"It is reassuring to know that there is at least one person whose abilities I have seen by now, and know that I can trust their skill," a voice in a lilt amused, perhaps, and light, speaking clear elven instead of the common tongue. It comes from somewhere to the side of Tauriel, at first possessing no face nor body, until Legolas finally steps into view. A smile on his lips, light in his eyes and beyond style of dress - still with visible Mirkwood influences, yet something else entirely - nothing much different about him. He continues without a hitch, a brief glance at Tauriel, before he sweeps his gaze over the crowds, "Given the circumstances we find ourselves in."

It's a peculiar situation, but one he went into willingly. Legolas had experienced first hand the threat and the calamity of a war, and while one would think he had enough of it in his lifetime, it wasn't quite so. Still willing to put forth effort to spare another world what comes with darkness and evil.

"It is all allies that we look upon, or should be," no distrust here, simply a fair share of wariness, "But a familiar face is still a thoroughly comforting sight."