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(Elvenking)—❧ Thranduil Oropherion ([personal profile] firith) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2014-11-12 12:17 pm

❧ VIDEO; 04 (both courts)

[ Thranduil hasn't vanished off the face of the Drabwurld again, contrary to popular belief, despite keeping his head down since Samhain. Ensconced in the Caer Glaem library pulling up certificates, maps, and all the other ridiculous paraphernalia required for a legalised contact to take place, he flicks on the locket from his desk in a corner of the vast halls, surrounded by stacks. There he sits sipping a goblet of the last keg of leftover Dorwinion which is currently under strict guard in the cellars (looking at you Samhain revellers). On the table are scrolls and books, all of which have been tidied, while in front of him lies a black leather-bound folder, ostensibly containing the point of the broadcast. ]

The High-King and I have come to an arrangement. In exchange for fair recompense, I have bought the rights to the woodlands south of the forest river and west of the Hidden Falls, within a crux of the mountain-range, to be easily identified on any common map. [ It's not quite as simple as that, of course, but he'll save everyone the pointless politicking. That, and he doesn't want to bring up Celegorm's shard in public; it would be bad taste. ] Aelfen and Elven tribes alike will be travelling to Caer Glaem over the next week or so to replenish their supplies, tools and gold, well within their rights to do so, before continuing on to their new homeland. Please show these former refugees every kindness.

[ As dapper as he looks, he clearly doesn't intend to faff about chatting idly about inanities; someone wants a nice long sleep. ]

If you have business in what will be renamed the Maechenibryth, come the turn of the winter season, or have done in the past which you wish to pursue in the future, you may bring the matter to myself, Thranduil, or to my son, Legolas, who will pass it on accordingly. There is much yet to do and I have little enough time to spare.

[ Sipping his wine, he shuts off the locket. ]




( ooc: if you'd like to continue anything from samhain just pop me a pm and i'll get on it, otherwise i'll take this opportunity to declare tag amnesty on that front as it broke my inbox and burned me out, sobs. tagging will generally be slow until after the weekend because of work. ty for waiting! )
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[personal profile] notyetlegend 2014-11-12 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[She inclines her head with a curtsy.]

Alba. It's a land to the north, much like th' lands of th' Drabwurld.
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[personal profile] notyetlegend 2014-11-13 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. I can read some of th' Drabbish an' many tales are similar to my own world. When I met th' Black Shuck durin' Samhain, he spoke of my world fondly.
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[personal profile] notyetlegend 2014-11-13 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
I was afraid. [There was no denying it.] My mother always told me to greet death but be wary of him.
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[personal profile] notyetlegend 2014-11-13 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
Understandable. Many are not. [She offers a sympathetic smile.] I simply gave him th' respect he deserved durin' his days, an' he gave me some answers which I sought.
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[personal profile] notyetlegend 2014-11-14 11:23 am (UTC)(link)
Aye. News of my mother an' th' kingdom. 'Twas all I desired.