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[kin-of-thranduil]

“Literally anyone else, to be frank. The chamberlains-- your stewardess-- anyone, really.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“I wish my folk were able to forget-- but how can we forget when we are exhausting so many resources fighting to remember.  We lost our culture. Our heritage-- among thousands of our clan mates. We are doing everything we can just to preserve what little we have left. It is easy to move on when there are not people yelling slurs at you-- trying to buy you to turn you into slaves. I wish it was that easy. I would give anything to simply move on.” Legolas pauses and motions for the other to follow a narrow passage down the forest path, “I know it is not your fault, but that is why there is only disdain towards humans.”

"My goodness what a handsome elf, but somehow I feel as if I am not welcomed wherever this is." //Thank you for following!

“Flattery will not get you out of this, shem.” Legolas grunted, “Trespassing is trespassing any way you look at it– now we can do this one of two ways. You can cooperate with me and be questioned, or you can be killed. Your choice. My people are not threatened by the likes of you.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“Well that certainly wasn’t what I expected.”

“May I ask who? There aren’t exactly many candidates…”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“You want to know why we hate shems? Three words, The Exalted March-- or perhaps it’s easy for the oppressors to forget about mass genocide.” 

"My goodness what a handsome elf, but somehow I feel as if I am not welcomed wherever this is." //Thank you for following!

“Flattery will not get you out of this, shem.” Legolas grunted, “Trespassing is trespassing any way you look at it– now we can do this one of two ways. You can cooperate with me and be questioned, or you can be killed. Your choice. My people are not threatened by the likes of you.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“You’re in for a rough night-- and I don’t mean, ‘Oh blast-- I just lost all my sovereigns at the sodding pub’ rough. I’ll let the Keeper deal with you-- stop dragging your feet.” Legolas pulled his bow from his back, and aimed an arrow at the pirate, “I’ll make sure you don’t run off.” 

"My goodness what a handsome elf, but somehow I feel as if I am not welcomed wherever this is." //Thank you for following!

“Flattery will not get you out of this, shem.” Legolas grunted, “Trespassing is trespassing any way you look at it– now we can do this one of two ways. You can cooperate with me and be questioned, or you can be killed. Your choice. My people are not threatened by the likes of you.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“You’re evading, ada! Who is it?”

“May I ask who? There aren’t exactly many candidates…”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“The shoreline is a good day’s trek East. What did you expect to find in the woods-- friendly tree spirits who could magically fix your vessel?”

"My goodness what a handsome elf, but somehow I feel as if I am not welcomed wherever this is." //Thank you for following!

“Flattery will not get you out of this, shem.” Legolas grunted, “Trespassing is trespassing any way you look at it– now we can do this one of two ways. You can cooperate with me and be questioned, or you can be killed. Your choice. My people are not threatened by the likes of you.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

"My goodness what a handsome elf, but somehow I feel as if I am not welcomed wherever this is." //Thank you for following!

“Flattery will not get you out of this, shem.” Legolas grunted, “Trespassing is trespassing any way you look at it-- now we can do this one of two ways. You can cooperate with me and be questioned, or you can be killed. Your choice. My people are not threatened by the likes of you.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

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[kin-of-thranduil]

“May I ask who? There aren’t exactly many candidates...”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“...as in courting?”

@kin-of-thranduil

“Penneth, a word.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“I promise...”

@kin-of-thranduil

“Penneth, a word.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“What is it you want?” 

@kin-of-thranduil

“Penneth, a word.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

Legolas stood at the base of the largest tree in the garden. It was old. Older than his father, and it was certainly older than he was (although he was quite young). The promise of spring had caused buds to appear on the branches, nuzzled safely between the leafs. This had been his mother’s favorite tree-- when she was alive.

He often took to the gardens when he was deep in thought, or desired the connection he lost from his mother’s death. It was quiet in this place, and Thranduil never sent anyone to search for him here. It was a hideaway-- a haven when Princely duties grew to be too much.

As he stood in thought, he heard the patter of footsteps behind him. His head rose and he looked over his shoulder to see who might be joining him. At first he did not believe his eyes. Elydir had been away longer than Legolas could manage to keep track of-- and her arrival certainly took him by surprise. He smiled at his friend and waved joyfully as she approached.

“Elydir!” The prince called, “It’s about time you’ve returned-- I was beginning to think you’d never show.”

Return of the Knight

{ Closed with @kin-of-thranduil }

Elydir returned after a fair amount of years in Mirkwood. After the events of the Battle of the Five armies, for her recovery -both mentally and physically- she remained in the kingdom of Imladris, since Elrond wanted to keep an eye on her health.

She smiled as she dismounted and walked in the palace again. Her house. How much she had missed everyone. She hugged the very few friends she had and then took a walk around the palace. How could she resist taking a walk through the gardens? she walked to the small, open area of the gardens and sighed happily.

[kin-of-thranduil]

“Yes, ada?”

@kin-of-thranduil “Penneth.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

“To what occasion, ada? I trust this is not about the spiders...?”

@kin-of-thranduil

“Penneth, a word.”

[kin-of-thranduil]

Out of arrows;;

Okay, I am out of the hospital. I’m off bed rest. I’m so sorry that I was away. This wasn’t intentional. We got T-boned in an intersection on the way home from dinner. Fractured a few ribs and got some internal bleeding. I’m okay now.