Gimli watched the faraway look shade into Legolas' sea-dark eyes with some trepidation, though it was no longer precisely an unfamiliar expression.

"What- What do they speak of?" Gimli asked quietly, and tried not to show his relief too obviously when Legolas' golden head tilted towards him, eyes focusing once more on the world Gimli could see.

Legolas smiled slightly, light, callused fingers brushing Gimli's cheek and trailing over his beard. "All that they have seen; all the Ages of the world." he answered in a voice as steady and yet as strange as the eerie trees of Fangorn all around them.