Video - Both Courts

[bethmoras]

[ The feed flickers on, displaying an elf seated in one of the more comfortable seats that the library of Caer Glaem has to offer. Nuada is garbed in his customary black, pale hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, and stares straight at the locket. ]

Good day, gentlefolk. I seek the fell beast known as Greenleaf. If you are near the environs of Caer Glaem, my lord, I can be found in the library. I would like to meet you.

[ And now that the invitation (or challenge, depending on point of view) is out of the way: ]

I also seek stories, or information, from those who may share their worlds with my kind. My name is Nuada Silverlance, son of King Balor, of the Clan Bethmoora. Some of my people - our gods - fled from home many years ago, and I have long searched for their location.

Therefore, if anyone would like to share their legends, I would be a most appreciative audience.

[ The feed shuts off a moment later. ]

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action » (sry for the teal deer...)

[orcsurfing]

[ This smells of his father's work, so he's not offended in the slightest, rather laughing cheerily in great amusement. A fell beast this time! What a way to meet new folk! All by his father's design, but it's quite all right, his plan too was to seek out Nuada once he returns to Caer Glaem for a time. He does not bother to respond with any sort of feed on the network, but rather like any self-respecting fell beast he sets out to hunt.

Which is not that great of a hunt, considering his quarry has made its whereabouts known right there in the challenge, but Legolas makes it so either way.

Fresh and sparkly clean (which his father apparently finds suspicious, though his hair, unbound, is already windswept) he strides along the long, long halls of Caer Glaem, robes fluttering in his wake like banners in midst of battle. Long it is, unusually for him, and all silver, not very beast-like, unfortunately, and neither is his appearance particularly fell, but that's about all he could get here when the rest of his clothing is dusty from travels and in a need of being washed thoroughly.

It is only by the library door itself that he stops and begins the stalking game, except without the stalking, merely with silence and hiding from plain sight. And this way he comes up behind the Prince, leaning over his shoulder, unbound hair spilling down in cascades, and he looks at whatever Nuada is looking rather than at him, curious. When he speaks it's with a feigned grave tone, though quiet rather than booming. ]

To summon me, the fairest of all the fell beasts, it speaks of either great courage... or great foolishness.

[ And really, he's half here for Nuada's benefit, should any of the folk offended on his behalf decide to take matters into their own hands, thinking this a blight on his honour. Swift like a serpent, he straightens up and steps away, finally coming into view willingly. ]

Do you have an offering to make me, Nuada Silverlance, or should I take what I wish? [ Eyebrow arched, and he holds his expression to the highest standards of regal, haughty looks for all the while that he speaks, and only a moment after he's done. A soft-edged, distinctly smaller copy of Thranduil he is in appearance (a frightening fell beast indeed), with his hair long as it is and unbound entirely even more so than usual. Even when his face splits into a broad grin, airy sort of laughter spilling along with lilting words. ] I fear books will not settle well within any beast's belly, and I think you have been told of my renown ah, ravenous appetite?

[ No, he has no idea what Thranduil might have spoken of him exactly, but he can easily imagine. ]

[bethmoras]

[ Legolas' stalking is indeed silent, and it is only through many long years of perfecting the art himself that Nuada only realizes he is about to having company - before the fell beast introduces himself - by noting the disturbance of the air currents in the room. That sense of knowing he is not entirely alone, simply because the library is otherwise unoccupied, allows the Bethmooran prince to remain as he is: seated in a reclining seat, legs braced against the floor in a deceptively lazy manner, hair fanned out against the chair-back behind him, hands in his lap instead of sliding the lance from its sheath at his hip.

The hue of his hair is close to a match for Thranduil's, insofar as Nuada was able to judge through the video, and he tilts his head back just enough to look Legolas in the face. It's a test - one prince to another - and he is ready to move at a second's notice from indolent lounging into a stance more suited to battle. ]

Perhaps both, your Highness. Great courage and great foolishness are most oft found together in my people.

[ He sets the book down - a tome on native linguistics - and gestures to a nearby tray of cheese and recently baked bread. Two goblets of honey wine rest next to it. ]

Will that quench a portion of your appetite? Or should I devise another meal more suitable to your hunger.

[orcsurfing]

[ Legolas, for his part, is unarmed. There's flair to his motions, indeed, but no threat at all, the step as he strides up to the other seat near the table is nearly theatrical, likewise the way he reclines down on it with a smile. ]

Reckless folk you say you are, then? I fear I am not the beast to see if you wish to cure that.

[ The foods and drink prepared get more than only a cursory glance, and all too gladly Legolas helps himself to some of the bread, fresh and fluffy if no longer warm, and cheese. He does not make a show of eating (little blessings!) but the enjoyment is visible all the same. Sampling, tasting, he thinks a brief moment - entirely unnecessary for the decision has been made on the very first glance, truly - then gives Nuada his answer. Mirth and laughter joining it as he speaks. ]

It is plenty indeed, along with company and conversation I could consider my hunger sated, aye. [ All the recent travels and tasks have satisfied his restlessness, so for a while he can sit back, relax and chat. And later maybe get a spar or two out of Nuada- that battle readiness has not been missed at all. ] My father seems to have had a great desire to make the two of us speak.

[bethmoras]

[ Nuada would be hard pressed not to assume that an unarmed man only invites trouble, but he's behaving, both for his sister's sake, and the prince's own father, with whom he has begun to build an odd sort of friendship. ]

Reckless, capable of deeds both fair and foul, I am afraid. But I understand that most folk are similar, to greater or lesser degree depending.

[ The prince settles back into his chair while Legolas eats, the custom of hospitality satisfied even if the castle is not his own. ]

Then, pray, sit and talk to me. It has been a long time since I walked among my own kind, or even those of similar form and demeanor. [ Quite possibly one of the reasons Thranduil wanted the meeting. ] You are a fearsome beast indeed to inspire such devotion in your sire and comrades.