[ It reminds him idly of the times home, when he was nothing more but an elfling and the long walks through their home under the light of the sun or a starry sky with his father, and it's a comfort. Lightly, he rescues his sleeve from the beast's mouth, and rubs the gentle arch of a neck, strong with muscles taunt and tense beneath the warm skin and he continues on along with Thranduil. ]

You need not apologise, father. I am glad to have you join me.

[ At the question, he cocks his head slightly, in wonder as to what brought it on. ]

I have not yet. This forest and its secrets have been occupying all my time as of late and I still believe there is more to discover. Why do you ask?