"All merchants are such, I have found. Some claim to dislike elves, for our supposed 'magic', some dislike dwarves, for your supposed 'greed', they even claim to dislike their own folk for supposed 'dishonesty'! I suspect merchants are never truly happy unless they have something to complain about." Elladan shrugs and looks blank.

"There was an enchantment? I do not believe so?"

He shakes his head with a smile. "No, no - Tis I who should be apologising. Lord Elrond is my father, you see, and he was most upset with us for the... eh. Drunken singing that greeted you when you crossed the Bruinen."