Eric vaguely recognizes that he has surprised his companion, but he has confidence in what he's doing. This is not the first time he has carried someone like this, and he has never dropped anyone before. Especially not someone who has wrapped himself as tightly around his neck and waist as Thranduil has done. But once he's reached just above the tree tops he stops, hovering there, and lets out a whoop of joy. How could anyone not enjoy a moment like this?