Despite her ease speaking out on the network, Galadriel was hesitant to send runners with her transcribed thoughts. It would have been a simple matter to return the note with a letter of her own but, instead, she had elected to come to his door in person.

She arrives after dusk, shrouded in a cloak of her own making, hidden in plain sight. She lowers the hood as she knocks but refrains from drawing back the whole of the fabric as she awaits an answer.