He looks in short succession startled - even shocked - and then somewhat aggrieved. "Since you had seen her last? When saw you the Lady of the Golden Wood?" Lothlórien was a journey of no small distance from the woodland kingdom which Thranduil ruled, and unless arrived at by truly circuitous route, would lead almost directly past Dol Guldur. Those lands were forbidden and for good reason, but Legolas had not been gone long enough to take any other route. Truthfully Thranduil would not have thought he had been gone long enough, recently, to find his way there and back even moving as swiftly as he was able, taking the most direct path through the heart of the forest, but Galadriel did not lightly leave her home.

Without moving, Thranduil gathered around himself a mantle of power, and looked sternly, somewhat coldly down at his son. "What reason had you to seek her council?"