She is no threat, not to the likes of you, nor I, and you can be a terrifying presence when the mood takes you.

Galadriel's admonishment was soft and neutral, and not entirely because she was exhausted. She bid him rise with a motion of her hand--even with his head down, she had no doubt he would heed her command.

"You need not apologize now," she croaked, sounding as dreadful as she felt. "I expect she would not tolerate it."

Thank you, Haldir, your regard is appreciated, if somewhat unconventional.