Source: LotR (Movieverse)
Disclaimer: Tolkien created the Elf, but PJ confused the poor little Elda, so I have both of them to thank for this.
Author's Note: I haven't written anything silly in a bit - well, not since the Elven wind incident - so here's a little something that's been asking to be written ever since I first saw TTT and exclaimed "huh? but that makes no sense" after a certain statement be a certain Elf. I only pick on the Elf because I love him.
He scanned the landscape; rolling green plains and craggy rocks; he recognised nothing. If only they didn’t ask him, he might...
“Legolas, what do your elf eyes see?”
He had to say something.
“They run... north-west... as if the very whips of their masters...”
“North-west?” the Dunadan looked confused, a rare sight. “But that would take them back toward Rouros.”
“Forgive me, I meant... north-east.”
He smiled weakly, his error taken for a minor lapse.
Now if they asked him no more questions they might never find out that he was completely, utterly and wholly embarrassingly lost.