Well met, Lady Lucrezia. [he doesn't pronounce it quite right, but good enough for repeating what is being said.] I am called Legolas, Greenleaf in the common tongue.

[he would refute the title, should-- he is no lord here, with nothing and no one to rule over, and no real claim to the throne anyways. but he doesn't, as she does not renounce hers. it is, in any case, a small matter.]

Aye, it is. Truly, though, I find the trees in the lower levels of the gardens far more comforting-- but then I am born and raised in the woods such as those. [the tremble in his voice is concealed as well as he can, covered with a smile, nostalgic; the memories of a dead forest riddled with evil are not what he needs right now, and is certainly not productive towards a conversation.]