Horned snake, that phrase drew Legolas's attention to the strange piece of ... metal, he thought, lodged in Venom's head. He wondered about it, a lot, but found it far too rude to ask about. Far as he could see, it did not cause Venom pain, it was not a recent injury at all, and truth be told, he couldn't even be so sure it was an injury at all. Not in Pelea, not out of another flaw. He learned early on not to assume much, if anything at all, about the fellow flaws.

Still, he took in the answer and nodded with gratitude for the clear and simple honesty. He wondered then just what was the cause for Venom's vengeance, but it was not his turn to ask questions and perhaps that could be too personal. Patience, Legolas told himself, and he couldn't help a small chuckle at the question.

The truth was, he had no other answer to it other than I am an elf! Still, he tried to put it into words in a way that could be understood.

"I am an elf, and elves step lightly, we step carefully," he mulled it over, then continued with another chuckle, "We are not held back by the limits of the flesh in any way... it is the best I can explain it."