While he may not seem quite aware of Cimorene's presence at first, Celeborn certainly noticed her once he sheathed his blade. It would seem that Celeborn wasn't the only one hoping to get some practice in today. The sword strapped at the girl's hip gave away her intent, and he chuckled.

"Greetings, my lady." He replied elegantly with a slight bow to match her polite curtsey. "You are too kind to wish such good upon a stranger."

Unlike the princess, Celeborn went without his heavy cloak and coat, and settled for just the warmth of his pale blue robes. The Elves of Middle-Earth weren't immune to the cold, but the cold barely nips at them as badly as it does their mortal cousins. He could easily linger out here for hours. Yet, eventually he would have to retire and seek the warmth of the nearest fireplace.