"I will. Promise", Arwen didn't hesitate to say that she was, as long as they both knew their father. Since the loss of their mother, worry was all that Lord Elrond could display, every time his children would leave the Rivendell palace. He would never know what their fate would be, no matter what he saw with his foresight. Some were true, some were not. One could never be accurate nor certain. All he and Arwen, who shared this ability, could do, was show faith and hope. The older sister smiled gently at the girl, knowing that she would accept her gifts. 

While Lord Elrond continued to explain, Legolas couldn't help but think back on the girl, wondering how and what she was doing at this point in time. He nodded in agreement, before smiling to himself. "I can assure you that she's not the first one to possess such traits", he was referring to himself, as well as Tauriel, before turning serious once again. "Her life will be in my hands upon this quest".