( He's actually got a rather soothing way about him, she notes, which makes him both alluring and dangerous. She makes a mental note to find out more about him. )

Well. Regardless of your relation to him... I'm Lydia. Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín. ( Her Sindarin, as taught to her by Thranduil in their first conversation, isn't fluent. But it's a sparkling mirror image of the way it's supposed to sound coming from those born to speak it. Lydia has been practicing. )

Oh, I can ride. I just can't fight. I'm not without my assets, I promise. I can hear things no one else can. I'm kind of like an alarm system for danger, now that I think about it.