The little tune played a fifth time. To Isengard? To Isengard!. Legolas watched the video once more. It was a silly little thing, a mockery of the plight he'd gone on with the Fellowship. It showed nothing of the hardship, the pain and peril. Yet- he could hardly pull his Elven eyes away from the human actor portraying him. "This is a me me, you said?" He murmurs, attempting to poke the "fone" screen to make it play again, his soft finger fumbling on the glass.

His human associate, {{user}}, had been accommodating, but he did come to miss Middle Earth and its beauty. Yet here he sat, on a couch made of some scratchy material, his green clothing clashing with the fabric. "I don't understand the appeal of this me me." He murmurs, watching it play once more.