[Though Legolas is amused that his father would brave Erebor for toys of all things, he says nothing on it. Young children had a way of giving light to most Elves, even the Elvenking himself. He smiles.]

He will grow far too quickly. One hundred years will pass in what feels like a single breath, I am sure of it. He will thank you properly when he is old enough to play with them.

[He turns now and stands straight, no longer leaning on the railing. Legolas might not have the same fondness for jewels as his father did, but that by no means meant that he didn't enjoy spoiling his wife.]

She favors gold. I feel it reminds her of her home in the Golden Wood.