*does not kick up one foot in response to the bear-hug (is not that girly, okay), but does rather feel as though she's left the ground entirely (why couldn't she have come back just a little taller?)* *cheerfully* Hey! I'll have you know that my city's perfectly unholed-up these days. Hidden kingdoms are so last-world and it's not like mine did me a fat lot of good anyway, right?, but don't tell Turgon I said so.
*can see you're going to make this difficult on the poor kid (who really is a heart-knocker, of course, being Lúthien's son), and so takes matters into her own hands, as Finrods do* *turns to Domíran and offers a hand to shake, smiling her brightest smile* Hi! Finrod Felagund. You must be Domíran, unless your father's gone and had another child without telling me—in which case I might just kick him out of my city and we'll hang out in stylewhatever that means to you young kids.