That they wound up holding hands instead, for the entire remainder of the concert, it warmed Legolas's heart instead of his blood, and every so often he would steal a glance at the elf beside him, only to catch him very much lost in thought. He had to wonder just what thoughts occupied him so, but he could tell it was not the music, no, the faraway look spoke of a different focus. But Legolas had caused enough disruption tonight already, so he didn't ask, not now anyway, and returned his attention to the concert until it ended.

As the elves began to file out, it became clear there were more that noticed for Legolas caught some looks, disapproving in his direction mostly, but some were distrustful and disgusted tossed towards Celebrimbor. Legolas saw them, but he ignored them. After all, he did not seek anyone's approval, and he was no child, though his occasional lack of restraint could make many argue that point, if nothing else.

Still, the whisper made his pulse quicken, his eyes widen, but he smiled all the same. They would now all enjoy the revels, the food and more music and dance, and each other, though not quite like Celebrimbor's words implied. He squeezed the hand he held, gaze fixing on Celebrimbor's eyes, feeling bold enough to offer a tease, "Can you make it no farther in the search of seeking privacy?"