I will not, Silathiel. There are those in these lands who would find us quickly if we were to remain so obviously planted and cause us far greater pain than my son is currently enduring.

[ He is sorry, and he likes her very much. Trying to convince Gendry to stop snivelling about responsibility and to actually look out for her is something he wants to accomplish very much. But Legolas is wounded and broken, and Thranduil loves his son more than any quest these kings and queens wish to bestow. His child's life is worth more than this for such blind obedience.

Enough. ]

We can still talk with the use of the enchanted lockets. When I have carved out a new home for us, you will be most welcome. This is repeating history, for me, following in the footsteps of my father who thrice moved our people while he was alive.