That was not the reason I came to uproot you, for which I apologise. I might have awaited your return, but I wished to take the air.

[ The unicorn snorts happily, lipping at Legolas's sleeve. Above, Thranduil tips his chin away north-east and slides to the ground, pacing on the unicorn's other side as they start a slow aimless amble through the forest. Best to give the beast a chance to catch its breath and eat. ]

Have you been to Cothromach?