"Ah, that may have been us", Gandalf confirmed Elrond's case. The lord's right-hand man had his gaze turned to the cloaked and horned woman. "Saeril", he spoke in astonishment to his leader. Saeril kept her ground, but slightly bowed her head in respect. "Lord Elrond, call me Saeril", she said to him in the Elvish language in a kind tone. "It is a long story, my friend", Gandalf spoke up to Elrond, quickly coming to she-elf defense. "One which we may not have the time for now. At least not at this very moment. We really would require your assistance".