The news that his friend lived yet in the year of the trees astonished Legolas. He had thought his friend might be like the Lady Galadriel - old beyond the counting of men or even of the Silvan elves with whom Legolas lived. How could it be that they, from opposite ends of history, could be here together?

"It has been a great many years since the Years of the Trees," he said, wondering what ought or ought not be said. "That time is now remembered only in songs, among my people."

Then his eyes widened in realisation- "The enemy you speak of is Morgoth." His voice was low as he spoke that accursed name. However terrible Sauron was, how much worse was the Great Enemy?