Fíli is almost taken aback by the sudden reaction to his own harmless remark, his eyebrows arching as he raises a hand to him.

"Apologies, I did not mean to offend you," it had been an innocent enough observation on his part, and entirely legitimate if he could only make himself understood. "The trolls that I know of are much, much larger than you, and far uglier. They are also not favored in wits or smell, and they turn to stone with the light of the sun. As such, you look nothing like those trolls to me."