[ A warrior of the land, for the land. Guinevere couldn't have put it better herself. She nods, folding her arms and cradling her cup close to her chest. ]

My mother died to protect our land. I would do the same.

[ She glances back towards Thranduil, still considering him curiously. ]

And what will your elves do in your absence? Will your borders remain defended without your orders?