Elizabeth stops in her tracks, and turns to regard the hobbit with a concerned frown. Her brows draw together, and then she lowers herself to one knee in order to regard him at his own level.

"Take heart. You are not alone here. I shall not leave you to face this situation alone. It is.. it is frightening for me, as well. But not as much as it would be were I alone."

It is because she is an elder sister, and used to picking up her younger siblings when they fall, and being able to tell when they are upset. His panic is obvious, and she sets herself to address it first, rather than dismiss it.

And once she has, she gives him a small smile.

"It is a nation which spans half the width and breadth of an island set in the sea. It rains most of the year, and is covered with small hills. But in the spring, everything is green. And in the winter, everything looks as though it has been made anew. It has its own form of beauty, though it not be conventional."

Realizing she has gone on at length, she looks sheepish, and coughs.

"What is Middle-Earth like?"