Despair but a little, Legolas. The forest will still be here when you wish to return.

[ Pleased as he is, his words twist in amusement. When the unicorn stops to munch on a tussock of rich wildflowers, he gives it some space and almost absently rests a hand on one of the trees. The Greenwood here has a gentle way about it, almost as peaceable as a mother's touch, and he understands all too well in his own right how addictive it must be for any elf, let alone one so young as Legolas. ]

How long have you been abroad here, now? By a recent count.