The elf pulled himself up, looking up as it stopped raining on him with confusion. It seemed to be still be raining around him and he turned around, blue eyes wide. He had lived his entire life in Doriath, around Sindar so this man's appearance was entirely strange.

"I am fine," he said slowly, straightening his robes before peering at Alec with a wary gaze. Outsiders were not often received well in Thingol's court, few were allowed to pass Melian's barrier, something which still stayed with Thranduil as he looked at him. "How it it ceased to rain around us?" he asked as he tried to make sense of it.