Long years have I spent trying to clear the spiders from this forest. I am glad to hear they are gone.

[And a small smile does grace his lips then, as he thinks of his home as it once was in his youth. The wildlife had most likely returned and flourished by now. Legolas had seen trails of deer on his way here, after all.

He drains the what was left in his wineglass. He was getting tired now, though. The fading took a lot out of him, but he would keep that from his father for now.]

I wish to rest for a time, if you will allow. The journey here was long.