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[ The elf is found amongst the trees, so high as to be consumed by the foliage. He sits with a lap full of arrows to be fletched ( as well as one more important arrow set a part from the rest, feathers weather worn ) and scowl upon his lips. This is the first he as appeared in such a manner, and he does not do so with a smile and warm words. ]

Watching you all scurry around preparing for war is much watching ants; curious for a moment but boring swiftly after. [ Ants so easily crushed, decimated. Mindless drones in service of a queen, ha. ] Glosse, que bloed raenn aig a' cuislean dhe weddin. They will bleed you dry and the fault shall lay with you for letting them.

[ Single eye looks away from the locket, hands busying with his self appointed task. ]

I wonder, once the smoke has cleared which among the swine shall climb on top the pile of corpses and proclaim 'I win.'

[ Such a happy fellow, aint he? Ah, but before ending he picks up the separate arrow and holds it for the locket to record. ]

Your arrow, Elvenking. [ Inside joke, none of you will get it. ]

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[ Perhaps he would think differently were the circumstances not so, but Iorveth is a stubborn elf and he has fought too long for kings and queens who do not care about those they order.

His eyebrow raises, disappearing underneath his headscarf. ]

Is that what we are calling it?

[ Iorveth just thought he was being a pain in the ass, honestly. ]

[ Legolas's smile, in turn, stretches even wider. ]

Aye, we are calling it exactly what it is. [ He chuckles. ] If it is what I recall, it is one of the... less troublesome challenges he is capable of giving.

Though it has been some hundreds of years since the last time I had been subjected to those.

[ They were... frustrating, he will give Iorveth that, but they were also exactly what allowed Legolas eventually - when he was but a wee elfling - hone his skills to perfection. Archery and hunting and tracking and all the other various things. ]

[ Iorveth screws up his nose as if a foul smell had wafted into it. ]

He shot the arrow high into a rock face, something to keep my hands busy. [ And considering that it has taken him this long to retrieve it? It worked. But admittedly, Iorveth took his time in the retrieval. ] Some hundreds of years, [ Stop making him feel so young. ] aren't you lucky.

[ Iorveth might be the grumpiest elf Legolas has ever seen, truly, and it's the most fascinating thing to him. Then again, very few things strange and unusual aren't fascinating to him. ]

It sounds to me like the purpose has been achieved! [ It's a strange thing to be happy and cheerful about, but... well, here is Legolas, finding joy in the simplest and strangest of things. ] Before long you will find yourself with another task, I am certain, even while we remain leagues away at Cathraon.

And believe it or not, I do miss it at times, when the greatest concern was to find the exact same leaf I was asked to shoot down and retrieve. But let us keep this between just the two of us.

It saved the dryads from further distress. [ Yes, he has learnt his lesson well, lets never speak of it again. ] Were I still in the forests around Flotsam I could find many things to busy myself, the dh'oine were especially entertaining to disrupt. [ Well... he means he enjoyed killing them, but he doubts Legolas would look kindly to such a confession. ]

Ah, so I should not let it slip the next I speak to your father? [ He grins then. ]

Ever am I thankful for sparing their kind hearts. [ He nods his head in an exaggerated sort of thanks. ] One day, perhaps, when no longer do I feel the hot breath of battle upon my neck, you should tell me more of your home. It is bound to keep you occupied for a time, and it will sate my curiosity!

[ To birds, one stone, etc!! Legolas is an awfully nosy elf, indeed. And he returns the grin, sharp and knowing. ]

If you were so kind as to not to, aye.

[ The truth is, it's more a game than something he truly wishes to keep from Thranduil. ]

[ A scoff. ] You will wish you never asked, Legolas. They are unkind tales that do not treat kind hearts gently.

[ A nosy elf, and almost blissful in his nature, for what Iorveth has seen. Would it be selfish of him to keep him in such a way? ]

I am not very kind. [ How cruel he truly is depends on who you speak too. ] But my lips may remain sealed.

[ Even with just little, his heart goes out to Iorveth. To live in a world where he thinks there have been no spark of light, where all tales threaded in the dark. ]

Yet they are your tales, those that could help me know you better. I can steel my heart against the darkness of them for that purpose.

[ Though he will never insist. Whatever Iorveth wishes to tell him, he'll welcome, if it is nothing... he will accept that as well. ]

Then all the more I ought to appreciate your kindness towards me. [ His lips part in a small huff of a laugh, so very pleased, though it's more subdued now, appropriately for the overall subject of conversation. ] My thanks.

[ His head shakes, for a brief moment the expression that falls upon his face is one of despair. The curious ones are always those who always seem to cling, like a rash he cannot get rid of. ]

Remember that I warned you.

[ At the least, he thinks, he could tell him of Saskia the Dragonslayer. Of her fight, of what she believes him, of how he will fight the earth itself for her. A brighter tale than what lays within him. ]

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