Between Lake Town and Helm's Deep, there had been much he'd experienced that had opened his eyes quite a bit more than when Tauriel once knew him. He was a bit softer when it came to addressing the men who chose to follow them into town, though still his tone held a commanding edge. It was obvious he'd taken something away from watching Aragorn lead. His friend was an amazing leader, and Legolas wished to be like him one day. Even if he did occasionally make very rash decisions. He truthfully cared for his fellow man, and that alone was something to strive toward. He knew elves had their own way of leading that was unlike that of the man, but some aspects were not bad, and some traditions could sand to be broken. He only wished he'd had a chance to tell his father this before he'd been brought to this new strange land.
"It is gone." He confirmed. Instead he carried two fighting knives but they remained mostly hidden. Even to Tauriel he did not speak of them. His bright blue eys focused on her in confusion. "You did not face an injury?" Tht was the only thing he could come up with for why she would not remember as he did. "I believe this may be the work of some great magic." He admitted uneasily as he too watched the same car drive by and gave it an uncomfortable frown.
"Walk soft. We do not want our presence detected by the wrong sort.." He spoke to her in Elvish and then continued to walk ontop of the snow, unsure what he was looking for but against the idea of remaining in one place to look for it.