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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[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.