"My most sincere apologies, Master Rat," Legolas says, apparently sincere. "I did not wish to overburden you." He then glances to Wellard, and smirks. Any sort, do they? "Master Rat," he tells Ivan, "would it be taxing your hospitality to ask for a small wineskin of Dorwinion and a glass? I have not seen the king’s cellars in weeks, and I am not likely to for a few more."

To Wellard: "You are welcome to share with me, if you wish."