I believe what I tell Estel is my business, Father. And I do not recall giving you permission to arrange for my binding ritual," commented an irritated voice in the trees.
"Still as headstrong and disrespectful as always, I see," laughed the King of Mirkwood. He was glad to hear the annoyance in his son's voice. Because of his powers, Legolas had always taken the weight of the world upon his own shoulders. His eldest son was always composed and in control. The King really missed the carefree, vivacious child that his little Prince once was before the young Elf knew responsibility and formality.