[ An offer that fills his heart with joy (with sources oh so various and plenty), makes him straighten his back even further to walk proudly alongside his father. The restlessness stays with him still, the energy of the early springtime of his life. And a thought of travel still is an exciting one, as attached as he might have grown to the Greenword forest he so favoured. It is almost as if he had grown addicted to it, or perhaps it's the health of it that makes him feel so at ease at all times.

Legolas brushes away a branch in his way, delicately lifting it with the back of his hand and releasing it behind him as he passes by. ]

If you wish me to, then I shall set out as soon as I am able.

[ He speaks without a single doubt clouding his voice. ]

It sounds a city with a great deal of interest to me as well, despair as I may to leave the forest behind.