He finally drops his hand and moves away, fingers gentle and lingering just a moment longer than they have to. He's allowed to be a father, now and then, and here there is nothing to stop him being so; there so often is, at home. There are so many other things he must also be. He touches Legolas as rarely as Legolas touches him, because gestures of affection do not really fit in with the distance which must be maintained, the respect. But every now and then, he can afford to let it happen.

"Galadriel is here?" He does not recognize the other name, but it is good to know that he'd been taken care of.