Legolas bows his head, staring hard at the floor. It's been a long time since he's been scolded in this way. He knows his kings laws, his commands, knows that it's always been for his safety and the safety of everyone in Mirkwood. Passing through Moria had not been his desire but that of the majority of the Fellowship. All other ways beyond were impossible or far more dangerous, Moria had been the only option.

He says none of this though, letting Thranduil lecture him. And then he gives the king a moment to calm, to let the words settle over them both. Legolas has always been faithful and obedient to his king, it was that loyalty which had inadvertently led him there.

"I did not wish to enter Moria. And it was Mithrandir who ensured that we all survived it." That's more than enough for the moment and Legolas takes a breath before raising his head to look to Thranduil.

"My king, what last do you recall before coming here?"