[ Legolas nods at the urgings, smiling brighter though feeling it within himself that his honesty is not full, as it ought to be between friends. Yet how can he tell another, so dear to him to boot, that he had watched him grow grey and weak and then fall into sleep that had no end in sight? How could he lie such great burden on a dear friend?

He couldn't, and so this burden he will bear alone, enjoying the here and now instead, as he knows perfectly how to. He smiles effortlessly, spreading out his hands and stepping back just a little, so that Gimli may have a good look at the fine work he's wearing. ]

It is of a Noldor make, a Lord of the Elder Days, of the name Celebrimbor [ The same one who has crafted the rings of power, he thinks, but doesn't mention it. ] has crafted it for me on my father's request.

[ Though it's only been finished long past... when its use would be the greatest, and the maker is now gone. ]

But let us eat! And while we dine and drink, I will tell you the stories of Drabwurld as I know them.