"I do not think so!" But Legolas is laughing rather than offended, if most people.. usuall get offended at that kind of thing. He's a little surprised, but. Well. "At least, I never knew my mother to be a dwarrowdam. My father was never very fond of dwarves.... nor was I, for a time."

Humming.

"One of my companions is a dwarf, and I admit I have a growing interest in the things he spoke of."

It's a good thing Legolas isn't overly fond of wearing.. long snaggly robes. He likes tree climbing too much for that. Which, in fact, he has been doing occasionally to make sure the birds scram too. Anything can be food these days.

"High up? Well... I do not think so we are. My people are the Woodelves of Mirkwood. The trees are where we make our homes and our living, so we make sure it is safe. For us, in any case. To strip the land like this.... I would mourn for the lives we have displaced and driven out of their homes." He looks askance. "..But it is true that if we do not do anything, they would meet a similar fate at another's hands."

His hand lingers on the bark of a tree for a moment longer what is probably normal for an elf of any world. It really is quiet here.

..Aaand then he's back to hauling around a basket of. What is that. Some kind of plant. He has no idea, he's not from this area, it looks like he could eat it. "Do you enjoy fighting as well? He did, too. I am beginning to think all dwarf blood runs hot at the prospect of battle."

He could have worded that literally any other way. He really could have.