[ Were tit any one other than an elf, perhaps this elf in particular with the ancient aura around him, Iorveth would have probably been suspicious of someone caring so much about him seeing a place like his ancestors used to build. But, as it stands, Thranduil has given him no reason to distrust him. After a short few seconds of considering, Iorveth steps forward to join him, pacing over to the table. ]

If you wish it.

[ After all, there's wine on offer, so why not?

Eyeing the food, he takes one of the apples carefully, and eases himself into one of the chairs across from Thranduil, watching him a long moment before speaking again. ] I've been told many of the Rifter elves here come from worlds much kinder to our race than this one, and my own. I assume you're one of them.