Each of the skills that Legolas favoured in himself, he learned from the best. The archery from the best bowmen in the realm, and before long he surpassed each and every one of them. His sword fighting and knife work and how to move among the trees, all that from warriors with a great many years of experience, and his wit and humour from his own father. And that last talent, at least, was not something he would - or even could - cease practising.

It helped that it was fun to do too.

"Spiced with that special tree bark that you enjoy so?" With both flavour and fragrance so very heavy it could overpower anything, thus it had to be used sparingly. Though Legolas could admit that it tasted well, and that it went perfectly with meat as well. Whether it was available here at all was one question, the next was how expensive. Legolas knew his father's likes, though, the little things he would enjoy, and so he would try to procure some of them as often as possible. "I will look for raspberries, here if we remain here long enough for the snow to melt, or anywhere we go. They grow best wild, so I may yet be in luck."

He followed suit in stripping off the outer layers, shaking off the snow gathered at what of his hair was exposed to it.