Although Dove was in some ways a picture of classic femininity, it did not surprise Arven in the least that she enjoyed taking to the trees, and he let out a bark of laughter as he pictured it. Arven himself was too tall to engage in tree-climbing effectively, but he had scaled more than a few cliffs in his time. In fact it was a frequent hobby when the landscape allowed it.

"You are quite the virtuoso", he replied, taking her hand and gracefully turning her in a twirl as she fondly recalled some dance steps. "Rider, dancer, climber, swashbuckler... is there anything this little Dove can't do?"