Legolas crunches more fruit and continues looking at the people around them, passing them by, some perhaps halting at the sight of an Elf in fineries. He shopkeeper almost asked him where he'd gotten it from, when he gave her the button. Even though she literally watched him pluck it from his own tunic.

Just as well that he did not arrive with any weapons. Just as well that he hadn't not been dreaming of war and battle.

"My loyalty stands," he says in a hum. He does not say if he would have it, or need it, or want it. For doubtless it is that Thranduil would not turn him away. "I must remember to seek him, later. There is much that my elvenking should know."

He looks around again, this time for birds to feed. He'd call to them but these are strange creatures, and he does not know their songs.

"..I think I could learn to tolerate them. 'Tis a simple enough task." Daunting, perhaps, if it gets worse than this. There is always the chance that it gets worse. He'll think about that when it happens. If it happens. "But I wish not to become.. accustomed to it. I fear only danger that way lies, and I have had enough danger to last the lifetimes of several Men."

War is... hm. Quite tiring. Lots of walking and not enough trees along the way. Too many deaths. Legolas kicks his feet a little, finishing his fruit and eyeing the wine next to him, as yet still untouched. He turns back to his visitor, offering her another fruit if she has finished hers, of even if she hasn't. He got... a lot.

"But given the manner in which I came here, I take it there are more dangers than the eyes of the wary."