[ The frown on his father's expression doesn't escape Legolas' notice and he listens carefully. A lot of his thoughts Legolas may not read, but certain undertones in this voice he has grown wise to. It took many years for him to learn to pick up what was genuine concern, what posed a real threat, and what was simply his... unnecessary protectiveness in Legolas' eyes.

It seems to be the former and he bows his head a notch in acknowledgement. ]

I will keep to south of the Forodwaith, unless a necessity presents itself that further north we must travel. On my own, however, I will go no further.

[ Though curiosity gets the better of him and it gives birth to the question: ]

What have you learned of those lands?

[ Perhaps he should take the time and study the libraries of the castle they lived at now, should have the patience for it as is the way of the elves, yet he cannot imagine coping himself up in what seems to him like dusty hallways and cold walls, when the alternative is fresh air, beautiful sky and rich nature all around. ]