[As it happens, someone else is walking leisurely on the shoreline, having arrived there (though not in the boat he was in, the last he recalls, nor is this the same sight of the Undying Lands that greets him, now -- but while the sight of the bunnies flying was a strange one, he's gathered that his stay here is only temporary, and so Frodo doesn't worry too much) some time before.
His expression breaks into a delighted smile, warring with surprise as he sees Legolas, and yet he walks closer without a great hurry, like someone who no longer has a burden on his shoulders and has to accustom himself to walking without one.]
This land feels strange, stranger than the Old Forest or the unnatural silence of Ithilien. The trees here seem like old and new at once... or so I would say. [He sounds almost contemplative, like in one of those moments he says something he thinks is right, even when he doesn't truly know what gives him the impression.]