[ Struck with confusion at those words, Legolas blinks rapidly, and those gathering tears trail down smooth cheeks. It draws a laugh out of him, brief but hearty and his breathing grows a little shaky, his hands twist around to settle on Gimli's elbows.

He doesn't know. And he mustn't know, Legolas thinks, though it takes great effort to put aside what he resolves to keep to himself. On the other hand, though, he cannot quite lie to him either, thus Legolas settles on something vague enough, without any detail yet not false in the slightest. ]

No, Gimli, it is happiness, not grief nor pain! My months here, in Drabwurld, have been long though few, and further! It has been so long since the last time I have seen your dear face. Such is the power of the monarchs who ask our aid. Spiriting away souls from their homes when it serves them best, and so there are many you may be startled to see, and many, like myself, that have been gone for a time already yet without seeming so to you.