"I feel like Christopher Colombus."

"Who?"

"He was working for Spain and he wanted to go to India. He was the first man to put feet on America... except for the natives of course. "

"I don't see it. You're not European, nor a man, as in you're female *and* an Elf, and we know we aren't going to India. I really don't see it."

"Think of it this way. We are the first Elves to put feet on America. Isn't it exciting?"

"Thrilling."

"Oh! Spare me the sarcasm! Sheer up a little, would you?! It isn't Mordor but South America."

"I thought we were going to Middle-Earth."

"Stop whining! Middle-Earth dosn't exist anymore. It's called Europe. And I told you : we will go to the old countries. I just want to visit my continent before it's mutilated by Yankees."

"You do realize that you are speaking of yourself, don't you?"

"Don't be riddiculous! I prefer calling myself the queen of Mirkwood. And you are my king."

"That's my girl."

"Now, who's talking like a Yank."

"And who's the one who taught me?"

"Good point."