"Being named after the wood, I had gathered you would live in the forest. Yet that does not explain what an elf is."

Without losing sight of her "guest", the dragon settles onto the roof, curling up and putting her legs under her like a great cat. This does not lessen her intimidating size much though, given how large her body is. Indeed, she takes up most of the roof, with only the space near Thranduil empty.

"So this is a common fate among us. And how, pray tell, have you found yourself here? Do elves share with dragons the skill of traveling between worlds?"