Galadriel watches the antics with a neutral expression and only a mild flash of surprise as Gwenaëlle fired a bolt of green at Haldir and summarily destroyed the chair in the corner of the room. Haldir, still smoldering, knelt before her and cast a smirk up at her. Her expression shifted from blank to a bit flat and, while she did not scold him aloud, she did not leave it unsaid.

She is assisting me so that I might not dress as Thranduil does. Was that necessary?

It was a gentle question, she trusted his judgement, but Haldir was often mercurial, despite his stoicism.

"Haldir."