It had been magic, surely, to compel him to behave in such a way, and though this stranger may have been the perpetrator, there was nothing to be gained by disbelieving him, unless it was proved that he was lying. Thranduil's eyes swept the walls and ceilings, and after a few moments he found the tiny sprig of green leaves and white berries, nestled against the ceiling. So that backed it up, thus far.

"It is a strange spell, if that is its only object. There is nothing further which results from it?" It's unsettling to consider; Thranduil likes to know the reasons behind actions whenever possible, it makes his life much easier when he is forced to prepare for the consequences. Something so seemingly nonsensical was not something he knew quite how to deal with.

"Whose castle is this?"