[She wouldn't, by any chance, eventually make her way down to the sea? That's where Legolas found himself, and as he's been here once before and knows the deal by now, he's allowing himself a moment to remain where he is before going off to meet people - he's spent a long while looking out over the water, but now he turns his eyes to the ground, watching it almost fondly.]
Naught but moments have passed to you. [Since he was here last...] Your words would not change so swiftly.
[And yet. The ground here, the trees... they keep repeating themselves in ways that seem strange even for such slow-changing things.]