The misty clouds which traveled from the Blue Mountains cloaked the trees, causing a certain sense of ominous in the forest. Legolas's boots glided over the mossy floor, assisting his companions swiftly with needed to be done, keeping a watchful eye of their surroundings. Now, with the townsfolk of Gondor travelling alongside them, he knew well that most, if not all would be liabilities. His hand clenched together, feeling the responsibility of protecting mortals way on his shoulders.

Legolas has grown a liking, maybe even loving feeling towards Damian . "Good morning," he said softly as he helped collect Damian's things. "We're setting off to Helm's Deep soon. Pack lightly," he added, turning his head in the direction of Aragorn and Gimli, who perched themselves near a fire. The fellowship was small, and it was the least of Legolas's concerns that interspecies relationships were considered tabboo. He was rebellious enough as is, no questions asked. Royal traditions shall be changed if needed, he was committed enough. His heart demanded it.