"I am well, thank you, m'lord. A bit angered at a military decision made earlier this morning about tomorrow's battlefront....but, I shall get over it."
Battle plans? Legolas had heard no news of anything since he arrived here. The elf did not like being in the dark about such things, especially when it concerned them. He was completely unaware that he and Anoron were commanded to stay here and defend the home, mostly because of his own wounds. If he had been told that, there would have been an argument, a heated one. It was not as if he had not fought through pain before, he could certainly handle it.

On the field when injured, you could not stop and rest. You fought through the pain, and that was what he planed to do. Aragorn and the others knew this, perhaps that was the reason why they did not say anything to him. Ether that, or the nurse did not let them speak to him because she thought he was still asleep.

"As for me....The details of my life would bore you, I'm sure. There is nothing interesting to tell....a simple girl, who cuts her hair, and tries to survive."
He smirked as he eyed her. There was more to that, for it was too simple. There was a reason for her spark in serving in the military, for not every woman wanted to. Even some of the elven women could fight, but they did not openly join the armies and fight along side them. Legolas would make a note to himself to further inquire about her interest in weapons and fighting with the men, rather than sitting inside with the women.

“I think there is more to the simple lady that cuts her hair and tries to survive...as a soldier in war.” He said knowingly. “The details of your life would not bore me at all. In fact, they interest me..for it is not every day that I meet a woman who willingly serves under the command of a great man like Aragorn.” It was true, he did have his own armies and he could command them, but Legolas found it more appealing to fallow his friend and protect him. He was fiercely loyal, and he would not leave Aragorn alone to fight.

"Did Elrohir speak to you yet? After speaking to me, he left to find you."
If Elorhir did want to speak to him, they would have to hunt for him. Whenever the nurse would let them in, he would find that the elven prince was not there. Legolas took matters into his own hands and decided when he wanted to get up and walk, he would. He would not be caged in that one room. Slowly, he shook his head. “Nay, Anorista, he did not. But I have a feeling that you know what it is that he was going to tell me...” His brow arched and his eyes narrowed a bit, as if trying to see through her and find the answer. “Would you tell me, Anorista?” Legolas left out the part of him sneaking out of his room. She would probably think him childish and silly.

"You wish to talk, princeling? Then....what of your love?...Where is she? Who is she?"
If she was trying to anger him or make him uncomfortable so he would leave, she would have to try harder than that. Legolas turned back to look at her, smiling. He was not ashamed to say that he did not have one. Though some woman might have found him handsome, they never wanted to anything other than look, at least, they appeared so. Perhaps they wanted him to chase them, which he would not do. “I do not have one, so I cannot tell you who she is, for I do not even know myself.”

Smirking, he patted the spot beside him on the ground. “I promise I will not bite you.” He laughed, still grinning as if he knew something she did not. People did not know that elves had a mischievous side to them. Elves could be play and cunning as well. “Now it is my turn to ask you, what of your love? Where is he and who is he?” Legolas canted his head to the side.

It was a beautiful night, save for the fact that there was evil coming. He pulled his long legs toward his chest and began to take off his boots. The water felt good against the skin of his hand. Besides, he had not had a good swim in a while. And he was going into battle tomorrow, he would need to be ready for anything. He might as well enjoy this night while it lasted. Once his boots were removed, he set them beside him on the black and turned back to her, waiting for her answer eagerly. Legolas found it difficult to believe that someone like her was not already sought after by many men. She might even have a husband for all he knew.