"There are many different kinds of magics, and what is child's play for one may be impossible for another." Thranduil's voice is just as soft, something about him turning distant. He looks with interest at the book, as he listens to the explanation that accompanies it.

"Not with me, I think," he says slowly, voice still quite soft, thoughtful. That meant it would be in the room behind him. "Do they have any power beyond enabling those trapped here to communicate?"