The prince watched his father carefully, watched the change in his expression, in his eyes. It hurt him to see that look in his fathers, his kings, eyes. He'd had enough in his life to worry about until now, without the thoughts of the tower that Legolas had.

He reached out with his free hand, laying it on Thranduil's shoulder and giving a soft squeeze.

"Do not worry for me. What happened was outside of even Iluvatar's control. I endured and adapted to survive, kept safe those that I could. Until we could find a way to get home."