[He's quiet then. There was so much to say - so much running through his mind, and yet nothing more escaped him. Legolas puts down his wineglass and moves to the balcony that overlooked the vast caverns. He looks tired... weary from the journey, but also feeling the weight of the great burden that was just set on his shoulders. He leans against the stone railing. It is a long while before he speaks again.]

...I do not wish to be king, yet king I must be. I would not beg you to stay here when your heart pains you to move on, nor would I leave our people lost and leaderless. If I take up the crown I do not do so for myself. I do so for the great love I have for the Woodland Realm... and for you, Ada.

[Perhaps it was the presence of Ferion that made the informal title slip from his lips, but with some sadness Legolas remembers who his king is - his father, though changed by grief and time, would always be the same person who held him close as a child, and hummed him to sleep. His Ada was leaving.]