Externally, his expression remained placid. Polite, of course, the right amount of interest, though the intensity of his gaze strengthened the more she spoke. His mouth remained in a line. Of course Galadriel was here- and of course she had begun to inspire sentiment in the elves here. She always had a talent for doing things that would gain her credit, for veiling herself in light and goodness. Well.

Thranduil bowed once she finished speaking. "You have my thanks, Ellana. Circumstances demand that I must attend to my cousin and this- Seeker- but I would like to speak with you again. Good day."

And with a turn, he was off- to find Legolas, of course. His son was terribly good at sneaking.