[ A pause, grey eyes carefully evaluating what he sees of Lancelot's reaction. They have not the piercing elven-light of his long-distant ancestors, but Faramir, they say, reads clearly the hearts of Men, just like his father. His answer when it comes is slow, and careful, almost gentle ]

Legolas does not speak of it willingly, but his kin and friends see and know, and I have eyes, as well, to read and learn what my friend cannot yet speak.

What did they do to you, Lancelot?