"A tavern kidnapped you," Legolas replies, smirking and looking sideways as he leans on the back of the couch. This way he can see all of the people who he doesn't know, and who are dressed very strangely better.

"I do not know all of the creatures here; how do they come to be within Mirkwood?"

A direct answer is not something he's too hopeful for, but a tavern with creatures that he has never seen--not of the shadow, else Glorfindel would not be relaxing, but not first- or secondborn, and not Dwarves...well, it doesn't sit very easily with him.