"I would not speak much about the quest, nor what happened after it," Legolas cautioned gently. "I do not know yet what has given us cause to come to the world like this, out of step with our own histories. And it would be wise to not accidentally change the future by speaking openly of it in the past."
He followed Sam on silent feet, moving like a cat in the grass, but he had that uncanny way about him. Elves could be silent when they wished, and he often was, a forester on the move, rarely seen and never heard. His cloak brushed the grass, the only soft sound that marked his movements, and even that seemed more like the wind than anything else.
"Still, what is a little walk compared to much longer ones?" he asked, his tone turning merry. "Especially in the company of friends."