Elrond: Frodo! Frodo Baggins, hobbit and ring bearer!
[Flashing back to his disturbing dream, wherein Elrond said, "Welcome to Rivendell, MISTER ANDERSON..." Frodo hits the floor]
Elrond: Oh, don't grovel! One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
Frodo: Sorry.
[Frodo gets up and sits in a nearby chair]
Elrond: And don't apologize. Every time I try to talk to someone it's "sorry this" and "forgive me that" and "I didn't know she was YOUR daughter."
[Frodo bows his head]
Elrond: What are you doing now?!
Frodo: I'm averting my eyes, Master Elrond.
Elrond: Well, don't. It's like reading the Silmarillion-- it's so depressing. Now, knock it off!
Frodo: Yes, sir.
Elrond: Right! Frodo, Baggins and hobbit of the first order, the ring you bear must be cast into the fires of Mount Doom and destroyed!
Frodo: Good idea, Elrond!
Elrond: 'Course it's a good idea! Listen!