Celeborn waved his hand dismissively at the thought. "No." He sternly declined. "If the wielder possesses no kinship with his sword, then the blade itself is rendered as useless." It would make little sense for him to spar Legolas now. Without a suitable blade to match his Elven crafted sword, the prince would stand very little chance of defeating him. The odds would he shifted in Celeborn's favor, and that wouldn't be fair.

"Instead, I propose we spend our time admiring the outdoors." The Silver Lord paused briefly before another chuckle hummed upon his lips. "That is unless you still fancy wine above all things else, ioneg." He's hinting to that week he had to spend as Legolas' caretaker.