"I had no grasp of Thedas, then. Not the whole of it." He would not call himself naive, because that implied innocence. It had been more of an arrogance, but he had been quickly disabused of it. But not before-

"I confess I took some delight in affecting you so," Thranduil admits. "Your curiosity, your manner, your dress. Your newsletter."

How far away that all seemed, their petty bickering, the one-upsmanship. The sort of games he delighted in playing.

"Do you remember," he says, "what I said about my people, and kneeling?"