Legolas: Dad?
Thranduil: What?
Legolas: What did you do?
Thranduil: Nothing.
Legolas: Dad?
Thranduil: Son, you somehow seem to think that I am some sort of tyrannical yet well coiffed and immaculately dressed ruler of an exiled kingdom of elves that defy the laws of physics and reality and lives for the thrill of scaring the living daylights out of anyone who offends me.
Legolas: You killed 50 orcs in less than a minute over an elk.
Thranduil: Never mess with my ride. That is sacred.