"You forget whose land you tread on, dwarf," the elf said. He listened to Ceodric apologize for Bromm. "It is forgiven. But i would expect better from a dwarf, or anyone, who was allowed into Thranduil's own halls. That is a privilege."
Despite his stern words, the elf had no ill will in his eyes. He accepted the invitation to eat.
"I am Legolas Greenleaf, and these lands are my responsibility. My father, the king, attends to matters of state and military strategy. Meanwhile, it is my duty to deal with more immediate threats to the safety of these lands. Such as these spiders. I and my scouts hunted several as we made our way back to these halls. You may encounter some for yourself, though it is unlikely to be in overwhelming numbers if you should keep to the path. Never the less, sleep in shifts. Now, what news do you carry from afar?"