She smiled at Ash's words; while she did wonder about him, she felt that it would be wise to remain cautious. Perhaps she would ask him someday. "I think it would be a tale well told, though I think also it would be long in the telling."
Arwen sighed and took a seat on one of the benches, folding her hands in her lap as she looked at Ash. "You are right to feel that way. Friendship is a great gift, and that we have been graced with it makes the nature of those ever more complex. The dark beings of my world would never allow simple pleasures nor any light if they made a place to hold those they disliked, but the side of good would not part those who love one another..." Unless you were a peredhil and chose the life of mortals. But even that cruel choice bore a different weight than this place.
"Still, you would not trade those friends here for those you have left behind in the lands you come from?" She was curious. It was rare to find one who would value new friendships with older ones. Or perhaps Acheron had no kindred, but she did not think that was the reason.