“I suppose,” Legolas repeated, emphasizing the word, “you should.” Then he smiled again. He had won the argument without arguing, and that filled him with a childish pride.
Canting his head, the archer said, “Aye. This is my home.” Unclasping his hands, he gestured at their surroundings. “You, however, appear to be far from yours. How came you here?”
❝ [T]hat▬[T]hat isn’t important! ❞
To openly admit his lack of knowledge on how he came about such a place was less than desirable, and though this situation wasn’t the best of times to choose to be as obstinate, childish ways did nothing to deter him.
❝ What is more important is you telling me how I should go about getting back. ❞
“Where I live, ‘tis considered a mark of shame to wear one’s hair as short as yours,” Legolas said, amused. “But I suspect that knowledge will not inspire you to grow your hair long any more than you could convince me to cut mine short. Have I guessed aright?”
❝ [T]hat’s nonsense. It’s normal for a boy to wear his hair short, I’ll have you know. ❞
❝ Hmph. I suppose I’ll leave off at that. ❞
It wasn’t as if it were possible to convince such an oddly centered person to follow the right direction, so Eustace was not going to bother with such an ostracizing feature.
“Do you often greet strangers so abruptly?” Folding his arms behind his back, the Elf peered down at the boy. “‘Tis hardly polite. ‘Good day’ might serve you better!“
❝ [W]e▬[W]ell! It is indecent, you know, having such ridiculous hair for a man! ❞
❝ My mother would never allow me to bear with something that weird. ❞