( seelie + unseelie ) video. it's not giving up, it's letting go.

[orcsurfing]

[ A video, again, from the resident chatterbox, though this time he will attempt to be more... ah, concise in his words. It's a delicate matter, after all, and he needs to be careful.

There's little reason to smile, all things considered, and so he doesn't, though his expression remains gentle and with visible concern to every line of it. ]

There are two that I seek. Two elves that do not bear shards, but that have been in my service nevertheless.

[ They are one and the same, but with appearances different and names also different. And so he skirts around the subject of Celegorm, though there are some that will know no matter how he poses his questions, how he gives the descriptions. ]

One of the name Andrion, with hair black as the night and sun-kissed skin, his face fair, his features soft, his attitude earnest and merry though wary of strangers all the same. Naruthir, a pup barely grown into adulthood now, was his constant companion.

The other is of hair fair, cut short at the nape, sharp featured and imposingly tall and broad in the way of a fine warrior. What name he would give a stranger, I cannot tell you, but he is a hunter through and through, a wolf trapped in the body of an elf.

[ His pulse quickens, though it does not show outwardly, and Legolas gives a small smile, the perfect cover for some nerves. ]

I would welcome any information on their whereabouts- [ A pause, weighed with little hope- ] or on their fates; and of course I could reward for it, should you desire so.

[ Done with his request, he snaps the locket shut before his features twist in pain, from the way the scar on his chest flares up with a dull ache of memory. ]

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private

[sculptor_of_aman]

Keep safe his memory. That is all I ask of you.

private

[orcsurfing]

Never will I forget.

[ And not only for the brands he bears, but for the ... better memories too, strange as it may sound. There were those. ]

private

[sculptor_of_aman]

I trust that.

Will you tell me how you keep it? For it is surely not filled with kindness. I know the dark that twisted my child. I will not deny it. But that fury... It is something Morla should see.

private

[orcsurfing]

[ For a long while he is silent. It is a little cruel, truly, to ask him to relive that time in a moment like this. And just the mention, just the little question, it's enough to make it all flooding back, in vivid detail. Every sensation, every word said, every moment of it. The way the soil he was laid upon felt, the hand in his hair, the way scorching hot iron brand bit into his flesh to the very bone...

He inhales sharply with a soft wheeze and his voice sounds openly pained when he finally does speak. ]

... the grief is too fresh still, and the pain of those memories runs too deep. [ Strained, on the very verge of breaking. ] Not even my father has heard the story, I cannot share it.

[ He is not ready to speak of it. To anyone. ]

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[sculptor_of_aman]

[Her voice remains soft and gentle. Kindly. Motherly. If infinitely sad.]

How it pains us all. You especially. I will not force it.

[And then... Something changes. It is very slight, but a hint of a crack in the façade. Something dangerous. Like the first faint wisp of smoke over a volcano long thought inactive. That there lies a devastating rage behind that calm expression.]

The things he thought were right. The fear of the creature he had become. I will see to it none forget what it means to serve Morla.

[orcsurfing]

[ There is only one thing he can say to this all, sensing the anger seething just beneath the surface, simmering... and for a good reason to. Though little focus does he have to give it, to be true, swallowed by his own anguish. ]

Make certain you, yourself, do not fall to what games your Queen plays. Take care in all your dealings with her.