"It has the power to reach across worlds and bring you here, along with many others, to send us to new worlds by changing its very self," he said softly. "Changing our form is but a trifle, I would assume."

He looked away from a tapestry on the wall, gazing at it like it held far away memories. Golden eyes fell again on Thranduil and Ashura reached into his own robe, drawing from it the book that followed every resident everywhere, more faithful than any dog. He held it up for the elf king to see.

"This. We can use them to communicate with each other over distances, and we can record our thoughts in them like a normal journal. To put it bluntly - they are magic. Welcoming gifts, you might say, from the Castle itself. You will have one - either on you or in your room."