Where I come from the earth is old - wise - and the trees are strong and tall.

[ A far-away look passes over her eyes. Britain will always be where her heart truly lies - the land she was born of calls to her, makes her restless despite the way her memories calm her heart. ]

The land rolls like a green sea, and the sky - [ She turns back to the view from the balcony. ] You'd think it endless - that you could step from a white cliff and fall into its arms.

[ She sips from her cup of water. ]

Our Roman invaders call it the conquered land of Britannia, but I call it a home worth fighting for.

[ Which might explain the bow, Thranduil. And just wait 'til she gets her hands on some knives. ]