"Bring him here!" Legolas sheathed his sword, examined the black glass block in his hand, and said.
"Yes."
And so An Yang came before him.
Viewed from such a close distance, this Elf Prince was astonishingly handsome, far more attractive than in the movie, and he bore quite a bit of Thranduil's bearing. After all, Thranduil had been praised by countless infatuated young women as the most breathtaking beauty among the elven royal family.
Yet at that moment, Legolas's eyes held nothing but a condescending scrutiny as he looked An Yang up and down. Only after a long while did he ask, "You're a Wizard?"
"That's right." An Yang answered as though it were only natural.
"How can you prove it?"
"..." An Yang was stunned for a moment. "People still pretend to be Wizards these days? You can't even scam anyone out of money!"
"I know most of the Wizards in Middle-earth, but I don't remember anyone like you. Even if you are a Wizard, state your name and origins!" Legolas said.
"Aine." An Yang replied.
"It seems I am ill-informed." Legolas scrutinized him, suspicion gleaming in his eyes.
"..." An Yang stared back at him speechlessly. Suddenly, he looked at his pointed ears and asked, "Are you an elf?"
"As a Wizard, you don't even recognize elves?"
"No, no, don't misunderstand." An Yang hurriedly waved his hands in denial. After a pause, he spread the corners of his mouth in a smile and said, "I just wanted to ask—how can you prove it?"
"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil. I have no time to exchange idle chatter with you, a human traveling with dwarves." Legolas stared at him coldly.
"You have a strong opinion of dwarves?"
"Of course. They're a bunch of greedy, crude, and ill-mannered wretches!" Legolas