Nothing in particular. [So Haldir claims as he flips through the book almost boredly with such a frown upon his lips. He's not displeased with the company as he is with this tome. It seems this book isn't worth the ink upon its pages.] Nothing that can be easily remedied.

[It's then that Haldir closes the book and peers over at Legolas once the prince secured a chair. His lips quirk upward in quiet humor once he sees the prince's hair. Stringy and messy. It seems that Legolas lost his match against the ocean breeze once more.

This humors the warden to no end.]

Are you truly so entranced with the ocean? [He questions as he reaches for his mug of ale.] Or is it the solace it offers that you seek?