More so than ever, to get back all the arrows - or at least as many as possible - would be important. It wouldn't be so easy to replace a single arrowhead here. Legolas nodded his agreement, knowing well enough what it was Thranduil was planning. It didn't take a genius to know he'd sell his rings, and unfortunately between the two of them, his father was the only one with jewellery to offer for coin.

"I have it enough for the two of us," and he was proud of it too, proud to show off or prove it, and most of all happy to be the one to provide for Thranduil as well. He didn't flinch away from the gesture, but leaned in by a mere degree. Out here, among all the on-lookers, about as much appreciation of the affection as he would allow himself. That, and the private smile, a brief flicker of it for Thranduil's eyes only. His bow was on his back, along with the quiver, so he could only nod towards it, "No more is necessary than this!"

Mirth seeped into his expression next, cheeky and he tipped his head, looking ahead again, only glancing at Thranduil with the corner of an eye.

"Perhaps it is more that you mind to be at my mercy with variety of provided food?"