Legolas followed without question, weaving between the people who broke away from the crowd and milled about the tavern. Nobody bothered them on their way out, and once outside, Legolas too took a deep inhale of crispy cool air. It smarted, and he laughed at the stinging and Thranduil's words.

"I think even you would appreciate a finely roasted winter rabbit, ada," white teeth flashed in another grin, teasing, he made no indication to agree to the request, "In those years, I have become a master at preparing it."

He walked easily, puffing misty air before his face with each breath.

"I will consider it." Kindly, to show just how merciful Thranduil could expect him to be.