Standing behind the one Legolas glanced back down the stairs. He wondered if his beloved home was still back there. He knew, it was not, the feeling was gone, he was alone in a strange place. Not alone, his eyes drifted back as the doors opened and the two other men moved. Oddly, he had to look slightly up at the man who had entered the mansion before them.

Age and power, he seemed like a Valar, one of the chosen. Then that harsh tongue and tone, and Legolas narrowed his gaze again. As the other two talked, then introduced themselves. Legolas thought for a moment, wondering whether he should even give them his time, the human he did not mind. They were known to be rash and fools and bringers of doom for all. The other, dark and brooding and hateful with no reason to sharpen that tongue.

It was just a name, "Legolas." He did not bow his head, he just stood there his head held high, he was an elf. He bowed to only his kind or the Valar, and these two certainly were neither of the blessed. Again his fingers twitched on the fletching of his arrow, the string of his bow ached to be pulled it seemed. He loosened his grip further, but still held ready.

Gods where what humans worshiped, had to, just like the elves did living things. Legolas was not sure if a Valar would do such a thing to the Children. Had he shamed them so? Had he not done as other elves, even Haldir and Galadriel and fought honorably for good? If so...why was he here? How he wished for home, even though fools only wished for things they could not have. He knew, it would be a long time before he laid eyes upon those beloved trees and lands.