Galadriel doesn't answer quickly, she is silent for several seconds, just smiling, before she looks at Thranduil once more. The lightness in him is encouraging--enough that, for just a moment, she forgets that he should be livid with her, that he is the one person who should hold her accountable for this choice. It nearly looks as though he will be neither and the strangeness in that does not occur to her before she speaks.

"If I can, and if he will permit it," she answers without guile. "I fear he may be too reserved to tolerate me long...but it will be sweet, however brief it is."