He was peering into a chest, and vanished around a corner when Legolas began to move after him, but the sound of the voice made him pause, and he glanced over his shoulder, and then froze and swung more properly around when he saw the fair hair of the other elf. This he stared at with wide green eyes before looking into his face and cocking his head to the side.

"I don't know you." It was unusual, for anyone with such bright hair. It seemed he was related to most of those he met with hair that wasn't black or brown. There were some exceptions, but they were related too, he thought. The Lady Galadriel was, and maybe some of her other relatives were. He tried to remember names, but their names were funny. After thought, he did find one. Celegorm the Fair. This elf's hair was fair.

"You're not allowed here, the King said so." This wasn't Doriath, it wasn't home, but that didn't seem to matter at the moment.