[ Setting Bilbo's mind at ease will not be an easy or quick task, and he makes no rush of it as he sit beside him, attentive to the way the hobbit perks up and scrabbles for his own map. Thranduil's smile is wan as Bilbo points to the Greenwood, shortly followed by a curious stare and a weighted pause. ]

Many years ago, you confessed to me that you had shared the halls of my home in the Greenwood of Rhovanion, in Ennor. Without my leave, but later with my blessing. [ How sad, he thinks, if this land has stymied those memories. ] Do you not know me, Bilbo Baggins? I, who named you elf-friend for your valour?