[Thranduil's tone changes softly as he hands continues to rock back and forth. It seems Ferion is quickly falling asleep.]

Which brings up the reason why I asked you to come here Legolas.

[He grows silent, as the words are hard to say, especially holding his grandson so close. It is almost reason enough to stay... Almost.]

I long to sail Legolas. To make my way to the Undying Lands. Since the fall of the enemy and the restoration of the wood... I have found myself longing for a new tranquility.