[She chuckles and sits for him, knowing how he meant it. She still has the smell of the forge on her--hot metal and soot and burning coals--but she also has the scent of something ancient, pure and good.]

Well, I shall not turn away help if offered. And as for languages, I once worked alongside one of the finest minds for such a thing to ever set foot in this world. You should hear the cacophony that the Valar speak. I believe I could manage yours.