When they first arrived, a full turn of a moon ago, they had learned quickly the importance of blending in, of not letting on they were wholly alien to this world. Disbelief was common, but so was hostility. Perhaps Durotan was lucky, or perhaps he was simply a Pelean traveller from far, far away.
"Unknowing of Shousal or of Pelea itself?" It still gave him an out, should there be question why he asked the way he had. The rumours of their presence were spreading, he could be himself one of the natives concerned with that fact. "The Mistwood does not welcome any within its borders," he shook his head, disregarding those notions for something more important, "Come now, there is a stream this way, where you can wash off the filth of those beasts, it is best not to linger least their courage returns in full force, or desperation drives them towards us once more."
They could talk at length there, in peace and without worry of another attack. And without waiting for an answer, Legolas began gathering his spent arrows, before setting out with but a glance over his shoulder. Coming? His gaze seemed to be saying.
he'll take being carried on his shoulder as repayment
"Unknowing of Shousal or of Pelea itself?" It still gave him an out, should there be question why he asked the way he had. The rumours of their presence were spreading, he could be himself one of the natives concerned with that fact. "The Mistwood does not welcome any within its borders," he shook his head, disregarding those notions for something more important, "Come now, there is a stream this way, where you can wash off the filth of those beasts, it is best not to linger least their courage returns in full force, or desperation drives them towards us once more."
They could talk at length there, in peace and without worry of another attack. And without waiting for an answer, Legolas began gathering his spent arrows, before setting out with but a glance over his shoulder. Coming? His gaze seemed to be saying.