"I do, so long as you don't mind." Legolas gives a little smile, glad that he can finally provide good news! Taking a seat and leaning back, careful not to irritate his neck, he sighs comfortably.

"I've learned that when we are taken from Arda, time seems to have little meaning. When last I walked through the forest, it was the Fourth Age. Sauron was defeated and by a pair of hobbits no less." He laughs very softly at the memory. Such plain and unassuming creatures and yet Frodo had carried the fate of all Middle Earth.