Hushed Willows namárië!

The woman before him remained stiff, and at her response (or lack thereof) he stilled as well.  There was an air about her that enchanted and frightened him; she was so distinguished like Olive had been, but the way she spoke was almost over his head.  She spoke of her court, asked him to away with her.  It took him a second to digest the words she said and translate them into something roughly like something he could understand.  

Home.  She was offering him a home.  To come to the lands of his mothers and be offered such — he pulled himself from her and took a step towards the mouth of the willows, ready to follow.  Thank you.