A woman clad in red spoke to him with a bitterness Celeborn heard often within the voices of humans. While he was certainly unaware of Rosalie's otherworldly powers, the Elvenlord could at least sense something is amidst about her. Gazing down at the young woman as he walked down the stairs, Celeborn came to an immediate halt once he reached the last step. She was indeed dressed rather impractically but he had no right to judge her for it. That lovely shade of scarlet suited her well and gave color to her unnaturally pale skin. She almost looked reminiscent of fair the Princess of Doriath if it wasn't for her bright blond hair. The lovely Lúthien was known and prized for her dark locks but also valued for the fairness of her near pearlescent skin. While this woman couldn't possibly capture the full essence of Lúthien's ethereal beauty, Rosalie certainly comes rather close.

Offering her a questioning gaze, Celeborn speaks once more. "I take it that this estate doesn't possess a master at all." Not knowing how right he was, the Elvenlord let's his gaze stray from the blond and up towards the impressive chandelier that hung above. "Rather wasteful. I see no need for such lavishness if they aren't being utilized."