Siendar stood, waiting for Legolas to respond. And while the elf
king thought, he spoke quietly.
"I have been around 3096 years. I have seen war, evil, and good.
I
have experienced love and hate. I have been betrayed, exiled,
and I
have seen the world. I have been happy and sad, mad and peaceful.
And all my life I wondered, in my long ravelings and wanderings: What
is my purpose?
King Legolas, son of Thraundil, I have lived a long time without
knowing what my path is, much like King Aragorn was uncertain of where
he was to go. Yet even he had help, and I stand here, uncertain
still. But now, now...I think I see my purpose.
I bring a warning, conspired from a hunch of mine. To lead you
to
victory or death, I do not know, and I have no knowledge of *what*
I
sense.
You may think you are not a king, but to me you will be until I die.
You are wise, cunning, and are my last hope."