"No, not to Mirkwood yet. I found myself on the road to the Grey Havens," Legolas said, and that had weight, significance. But anything concerning the West did, now more than ever. It was as if that pressure, that pull, had always been there, only now blossomed into something that ticked in the back of his brain, driving his thoughts ever towards it. Was there a time when he did not hear the remembered cry of sea-birds in his sleep? He could not now recall.
"There is food, good food, in fact. Interesting food," he agreed, letting Sam's voice pull him back into the present. "Though I do not know how much of our presence should be intimately known. Not with the quest still to come. I am not sure if it will do more harm than good. There is no way to know."