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Legolas was past the cell when the deep, gruff voice called out "Elf!" He paused a moment, because none of the prisoners except Kíli and Thorin had spoken. Then he started moving again.
"Elf!" Hopefully one of the guards would see to it soon.
"You poncy blond streak of nothing, turn around!"
Legolas turned on his heel. "Excuse me?"
"You're excused, now come here." It was the tallest of the Dwarves. The bald one with tattoos all over his head and hands.
Wary but curious, Legolas moved closer.
"You know Kíli?"
He nodded.
"Give him a message from me."
"I am not your errand runner," Legolas said angrily. But he was curious, so he didn't stalk away just yet.
"Whatever you say. Just tell him that Bofur is with me and we're both okay. Got that? Bofur is with me and we're fine."
Legolas nodded in spite of himself, and the Dwarf nodded in return. "Go on, now. You have a message to deliver!"
Dwarves! What went on in their strange, rocky brains?