Elentir wasn't afraid of leaving Legolas alone with Gavin and Anne, although he could be awfully shy and snappy sometimes. As he made his way to the small bakery which had just recently starting carrying fresh farm eggs, he began to wonder about the mysterious necklace. Sitting down at his favorite table, he reached into the pocket where he had always kept the pendant. Watching it glisten in the morning light, the symbol of his home that he had left so quickly and proudly there with him in a world where it didn't belong, he wondered if finding its owner was really for the best. He had found new friends, a new home, and although he would always love Neverwinter and his family in the place of his birth, he had wanted to learn the human culture. With a heavy sigh, he began to gather the small chain which was so scattered over the table. He wouldn't throw it away, but he would do something with it later. He stood and quietly moved to the door. He would be considered a regular at the place if he weren't so peculiar looking.
When he returned to his apartment, he found Anne sitting near the window with an odd look on her face while Gavin tried to teach Legolas an incredibly complex card game Elentir had always given up on learning before. Honestly, the rearrangement of the Elven calendar was easier than such a strange form of entertainment. As Elentir moved to the kitchen, he could hear Legolas exclaim something he himself wouldn't would repeat. Gavin laughed and reshuffled the cards. "You'll get it eventually, don't get frustrated."
"This is insane," Legolas muttered, "the stacking of cards has nothing to do with war."
"It's just the name of the game," Gavin chuckled.
"Vedui'mellon," Elentir greeted. Legolas immediately answered too quickly for Gavin or Anne to translate with their limited knowledge of the language.
"You didn't tell me he was a prince," Gavin smiled over his shoulder. Anne's jaw promptly dropped. Legolas angrily shoved the cards aside.
"I'm finished." Elentir returned to the couch and took a seat next to his own kind.
"A prince?" Anne repeated. "That's kind of important."
"Not really," Legolas answered. Elentir smiled rather meekly.
"I didn't think he would tell you…" He began to whisper to Legolas very rapidly. They spoke for a while before Anne cleared her throat. "I'm sorry. He doesn't like to make a production of it, usually." Legolas answered sharply with a curse no one recognized.
"It's all right." There was an odd silence for a moment while Legolas scowled at his host. "Elentir," Anne suddenly asked, "did you ever find the owner of that necklace?" Elentir was quiet.
"Elly, you were so excited about it. Did you ever figure out if it was another…Moon Elf..." Gavin rambling while collecting the cards. The prince become extremely irritated and leapt to his feet. He began shouting, scowling as Anne and Gavin backed away in misunderstanding.
"No, Legolas, please…" More rushed words the humans couldn't understand. The conversation abruptly stopped when Elentir produced the jewelry and Legolas had a chance to look at it. After a moment of inspection, the prince sighed and sorrowfully shook his head. With that, the hint was given to not mention the mysterious owner of the necklace again.