Legolas moves with his companions, feet light and not making a sound with his bow in hand just in case. His eyes and sense are sharp, even with the nagging feeling of being drained. He's felt worse in the past and this isn't going to stop him now.

He's still used to the tower and Middle Earth, so the warehouses get a curious and careful look from the elf as they pass by, a bit of suspicion clear in his eyes.