"Well, I mean, Elrond is-- Elrond," he half-chuckles. "Y'know? He's the closest thing to, like, royalty I've ever known, and when he said he knew you and liked you a lot, and the way he talked about you, I couldn't help feelin' like I was back in high school and had to be on my best behavior."

He watches her pull on his t-shirt, and decides that he wouldn't mind at all if she did that every time from now on. She looks cute in his shirts. In an anachronistic kind of way.

As she settles in under the covers, he turns his head to look at her with a slight frown, a little surprised that she still has to ask that. Except that he really shouldn't be surprised.

"No. Nobody here, nobody back home. Just you."