It speaks to both how weak she is currently and how much she respects the gesture that Galadriel takes her hands. Fortunately, while it strains her terribly to stand from the floor, she manages it without increasing the blood already staining Thranduil's tunic. She bends, just slightly, to retrieve the basket Thranduil had abandoned with them and shakes her head as a smile spreads over her face.

"Tall men would be more apt, neither of them are exceptionally large."