Sam bows his head with a troubled frown. She'd said as much, but it's still hard to think of - Elves without a home, Elves camping in the wild and marching from place to place to avoid those who would do them harm.

He looks up in surprise, his brow drawing down in confusion. "Not feel the same?" he repeats. The prospect of anyone wanting to live in such a way is even harder to grasp than that of Elves needing to. "Why would they not want a home? Somewhere safe and warm and comfortable to rest their heads?"