As the taller of the three seemed to calm, Legolas did as well. Emotion, it was such a strong pull in any being. Having been taken away from home, from normalcy would set any on edge, emotions whirling like the wind from a storm born on the turbulent sea.
"The house belongs to itself, it grows and seems to have breath. I do not think a structure of this sort shall ever be truly owned." Legolas nodded at the words and with a small hesitation he released his hold. The arrow went back into his quiver, the bow upon his slim shoulder, his hands came to rest at his sides, close to the blade he held dear. He knew beings of this stature were not above tricks and bribes.
Sharp eyes looked over the fountain, brows drew slightly together. The elf had seen a rendition of the like before, smaller of course, and not half as dark contrast against light. Between worlds indeed, neither good nor evil seemed to call him from the fountain.
Looking back at the human, Legolas gave a small smile, "I do not think we will have a choice. We were called here first for a reason. I think it is us that the structure wants to give slight power to, or perhaps it is these gods that toy with us as you mentioned before." He lay a hand against the wall, "Or perhaps it is us that will learn the most from those to come, we will only have to wait and find out."
Legolas was an elf, prime of his years, proud and of a good house. He would not let his father down now, nor his friends that he would miss dearly in the coming days. A part of him hoped that they would be brought here as well.