[ Galadriel's charm and lightness inspires a kind of simple joy, and Iorveth smiles, soft laughter following it, that might have been embarrassed for being so serious if he were the kind to easily feel shame. Which he isn't. From the way the others have spoken of her, for what he knows of Galadriel now, and for the kind of grandeur she seems to hold in her just by being, the reverence doesn't feel misplaced for him. ]

If any here are to deserve it, one who's seen the first dawn ought to. [ What sights and memories and stories she must hold in her soul, to have seen so much. What she speaks of knowing and having lived through sounds close to the spirits the Aen Seidhe worship in their land, entities that have walked the world since time began. Yet, here she is, someone real and present, one with the rest of them. ] Your existence alone is like a dream to someone from my world. Even if the Aen Seidhe fade, and the elves of Thedas follow them, there's something that brings a sense of peace in knowing you and your people have been here since the beginning, and continue on.

[ somewhere in the multiverse, anyway. there's a sadness to it, but it's nearly soothing enough. He'd thought something similar of Thranduil when he'd first seen him, and held the beautiful crafted elven swords in his hands, like looking into a long lost, ancient past. It's surreal, to have such people right in front of him. ]

I'd be honored to share the vision of it with you, if there's a way you're able to. [ Iorveth has no sense of magic in him whatsoever, aside from the spirituality the elves have always seemed to feel deeper than the rest of living creatures on the Continent. Had he been told back home that someone could show him the first sunrise, he'd have thought they were crazy. ]

And I'll gladly trade you stories of my own people, though I doubt they'll be as riveting. [ or pretty. their history is a sad one. at least, the parts he knows of it. ]