He's tall, as most of the Eldar are, but unlike most of those he's seen, he's hair to rival the Lady Galadriel's, but where hers is gold shot with silver, his is the deep rich gold of the ripe corn. He smiles at her with blue eyes that have a strange quality to the light in them, but there is nothing but open respect in gaze and movement as he exclaims in joy and grasps her hands, bowing over them.

"At last, at last! There you are! I've always wondered what you would be like."