"Some strange magic is at work here," Legolas mused. It was not what he was used to from Elves and didn't seem sinister the way necromancy was; there was no ill-will beneath this roof. Instead, it was something he merely did not understand and that stimulated a desire for further exploration.

"Forgive me, my lady Elsa, but is there somewhere I could rest for a moment? I do not need sleep, exactly, but I do need somewhere quiet to organize my thoughts."