Legolas couldn't help himself, he couldn't not observe as Durotan moved about. He was wholly unlike the orcs of Arda, twice their size if not more, and not so foul at all. His skin was of a hale colour, his flesh not mauled, and the tusks were something unseen among the orcs of Arda. Could he be trusted? So far he had given Legolas no reason not to, and beyond that, perhaps someone of the group would know him, know of him, or know his kind at the very least.

"I will do more than that, I will bring you to the others like us," he deserved the chance, and Legolas smiled, "Allies, all of them, if you are willing! For with how little aid we receive from those of this world, it is best we band together and work together.

"What do you say?"