Galadriel seems equally unfazed by the giggling; she gives them her request- some thing simple and light- and seats herself across from Zelman, giving the two women one last charming smile.

"It is. I have always taken great delight in the growing of things." She allows herself a small sigh. "To think, it has been nigh a year since I tended the gardens of Lórien. So little time and yet so much has occurred."