The sound she lets out as he sweeps her up is one that only he has ever heard, it is a delighted sound, laced with surprise and a note of weak admonishment all at once. It is a wordless exaltation and it is always chased with a blush and a beaming grin. She drapes her arms round his neck and ducks her head to hide her smile before she gestures with one hand toward the door.

"That depends upon which you would do first," Galadriel answers him fondly. "All of them lie beyond, but in very different directions."

In all of which someone is certain to see them and, despite her fear of notice and her worry over templars, she cannot bring herself to be even slightly concerned. It is perhaps unwise to be so complicit when in the presence of her husband but, as long as he is by her side, she finds it so much harder to hold on to fear.

"There are heated baths to the left, as well as the kitchens, and a comfortable bed is to the right. I shall direct you gladly to whatever you seek, melda."