An elegant silver eyebrow arched as he watched the youth slide off the bottle. Honestly, what's with the prince and alcohol? Celeborn had never known the Silvan to be so fond of their liquor. "Must you cling to it so shamelessly?" He asked once the elfling fell to the floor.

While he knows that this current form that Legolas donned was another foul trick caused by forces unknown, Celeborn couldn't stomach the idea of allowing the elfling to consume alcohol while stuck in this form. It just didn't seem right to him. "A little?" He chuckled lightly once the boy hung from his arm. The Silver Lord could only imagine how much hell Legolas must put his lord father through. Even the Elvenking must've had a time trying to raise the boy.

"So much desperation for a little bit of wine?" Celeborn wisely held the bottle up a little higher now. "I think not. You should be drinking milk more so than wine, little one." He was bound to catch some Legolas' ire soon. The Mirkwood Prince won't stand for this sort of treachery.