"Good. I think it would be best for you to find your room. There will be comforts there from your home, or where it is you find the most love and comfort." Legolas smiled at her, "Welcome to the mansion."
He stood slowly, holding out his arms for her to grab if she needed them. He would stay close, he knew his place as a protector well because of the hobbits and beings of the woods. Not that hobbits rarely ever needed his help sometimes. "You will find that many here are feeling rather lost. We have been placed here out of our normal homes and wanderings by those that are more powerful than us."
Lifting a shoulder he watched her, "Are you alright?" She seemed so pale and scared, so wet. Was she a child in her world? Part of her felt that way to Legolas, while another part thought her far older than she looked like many of his kindred. Curiosity peeked, but was held at bay yet again. It would be rather rude to start questioning such a meek creature when she was uncomfortable.