I do not think myself capable of stopping, it is too engraved into my very blood and bone marrow. To sing for the joys in life, little and grand alike.

[ And knowing that it's all jest and teasing, Legolas barely takes offence. He doesn't even bother feigning any, right now. ]

I too wonder, Gimli, why! Do I not have plenty qualities you find desirable?

[ His smile is slow to grow and sly, mischief written into every line of his face. ]