As soon as the Dwarf had stumbled into view, Elennína's grip on her bowstring immediately relaxed; weapon lowering with the rest of her companion's weapons. She had to admit, she felt a quirk of amusement at the Dwarf's reaction of them - or rather, lack of. Completely unfazed at the sight of four Elven archers, in a place as mind-boggling as Mirkwood. Before she could greet the Dwarf, more noises around the clearing met her ears. Clearly, this chance meeting had attracted a few others; someone crouching nearby, distant, oddly excited chattering in the distance, and more footsteps steadily approaching the clearing. 

Weapons were raised once more as a new stranger approached; a man, clearly of Rohan stock. Not a second after, a Hobbit entered from the opposite row of trees, and Elennína cocked an eyebrow curiously.

"It would seem we aren't alone in our search for the colony, Ardhalon." Her voice was the first to cut through the tense silence surrounding the four species within the clearing. The tone of her voice and the ever so slight smile directed towards the blond elf behind her indicated a "told-you-so" attitude. Ardhalon did not look impressed. Looking back to the others, Elennína turned first to the Hobbit; she had met a few in passing before, so she found it odd that a usually cheerful race would have a member as dour looking as he. "I insist you invite your friends to join us - Mirkwood is no place to be wandering through alone."

Her gaze turned now; flicking at first to the Dwarf, then the Man, and then the darkness of the forest inbetween, narrowing her emerald eyes shrewdly. She was certain someone hid there, but if they chose to remain silent, that was of no hindrance to the elf. If they were a foe, they would have attacked or fled long before the group had grown to this size.

"State your business here in the realm of King Thranduil." Ardhalon ordered brusquely to the others; Elennína noticed the grip on his bowstring was just a touch more taut than the others. Whether it was the presence of a Dwarf and old grudges, or simply the sight of so many strange travellers arriving at once, she did not know. Either way, the younger elf was annoying her. Not only was he lacking in hospitality, but Mirkwood had slipped from the grasp of Thranduil long ago. Technically speaking, it was an extension of Lórien, but it was foolish to say such a wild place belonged to anyone. The elves were as much strangers here as everyone else.

"They are clearly here for the same reason as us." Walking slowly around the clearing to ensure she got a good look at everyone, Elennína made sure to speak in Westron. While their man from Rohan clearly wasn't comfortable with the speech, she could only assume that everyone present knew at least some of the language. "We hail from Lothlórien, and are looking for our lost friends in Dôr-min-Taur, as I can only assume you are also. I am Elennína - I would have both your names and your company before we leave here for the colony. Mirkwood has always been treacherous, but I fear in recent weeks, the air has grown darker around this forest. It would be best to remain together, if our destination is the same." Her speech was short and blunt, but she meant her words; the presence of more friendly faces would be a welcome one, as it seemed the more people ventured through this land with you, the lighter the air became to breathe.