[ The more relaxed manner in which this stranger responds is a relief, even if it comes with an odd delay in which Legolas did grow steadily more concerned. But all that is wiped clear when it seems Legolas' own sense of calm has the desired effect. He smiles then, with ease keeping the dissonance between the familiarity and the unfamiliarity far in the back of his mind; the differences, in the end, outweigh the familiarities. No point in letting his own concerns shine through when he's trying to soothe another's.

Still, though, even the height is right and Legolas has to look up, nearly half a head shorter; the width of the shoulders, as well, though the many, many years of battles and fighting are lacking from the posture.

It bothers him none that the response refers barely to his words, but rather to his tone. Legolas shakes his head, hair a silky spill across his shoulders and back. Pale gold, smooth and pliable. ]

I may not be responsible for you being here, but my heart goes out to you and all those who have not answered the summons out of their own volition.

[ He pauses, briefly, his smile twitches a little, taking up a sheepish quality and he ducks his head in a polite incline. ]

But... there is one thing I must apologise for and I beg for forgiveness for startling you the way I did. There has been something familiar about you of which I have caught but a glimpse and it is what drew me to you.