Thranduil of Eryn Lasgalen and Elvenking thereof for some time.

[ His smile is small but answers that coaxing mirth readily. Elves are rather few in numbers here, so he could say that is the only reason for his approach but would rather not. Drawing up nearby, he inclines his chin in a nod that gives way to a sliver of his thoughts. ]

You are the daughter of King Greymantle, unless my eyes are cheated by some spell.