Legolas kept his gaze to her; his cold facial still apparent, but slightly cracking in his blue eyes. That battle-hardening expression, and exterior was getting looser, and his gaze to the girl only made him develop some kind of mixed feeling that was almost impossible to decipher. Who is she, really? That feeling was telling him to speak, but he kept it shut, even after she reluctantly left. The last thing he remembered was gazing off to where she was going, where she followed the barrels down the river. The blonde apparently found himself wondering, and gazing out, just a little too much, when an Orc came up from behind with an arrow.