These are truly the strangest of all times, when dragons are chosen to save worlds instead of ravage them, and come expecting to freely walk my father's halls.

[The speaker would be clearly a son of Elrond even if he hadn't said as much, with his twilight-dark hair and night-grey eyes, narrowed in suspicion at Alacruun.

Another elf, identical in appearance to the speaker, joins him in barring Alacruun's way into the Last Homely House. The brothers arms are crossed, their stances not inviting battle, but neither do they invite Alacruun to pass.]