Legolas heard the voice before the voice itself registered, and he went stock still, dropping down into a crouch, the Lórien cloak covering him as seamless camouflage. He went silent, scarcely breathing, waiting, listening. Aragorn had written of the year being wrong, of it being two years prior, and everything being strange. Danger could be at foot, lurking on the edges of the Shire -- was that not what Aragorn had been so vigilant against as a Ranger? And then the words dawned, the clear confusion in them, and ...
Well. Who could mistake that voice?
"Samwise Gamgee!" Legolas called, rising from the grass like an apparition, all green shadows and fair hair. "Can it be any other?"