[ Curiouser and curiouser. A bemused look steals across Legolas' features, and he laughs in surprise. Of the three tongues of the Eldar he spoke two, and this did not sound anything like the high elven of Elrond and his folk. ]

A strange thing indeed! [ He comes closer, eager to get to know this strange elf better. ] Where do your people dwell? Mine dwell in Mirkwood, east of the Misty Mountains. My father and his folk are Sindarin, and my mother Silvan, though there is little difference between them now after all this time. Are you of the Noldor?

[ Everyone else here is human, so as an elf you must be from his world. ]