Tauriel knew she was not alone; whoever it was, their footwear certainly wasn't built for creeping about in the darkness. Though, there was something about the newcomer that suggested that even if his footwear wasn't useful to that pastime, the rest of him was.

She turned her head, but only slightly, so that she did not ruin her braid. She was wary, but only to the minimum, for this person had come through the Nexus, and she had yet to find danger there so far (much, she sometimes felt, to her chagrin). "It is," she said, with a smile.

The timbre in the man's voice was familiar; so, too, were the curves of his face. It was somewhat dark, but Tauriel had keen eyes - the real issue was the set of dark lenses currently covering his eyes. Very quickly, her smile turned into a thoughtful frown.

"You..." she began, then trailed off. It was... not Bard. Was it Bard?