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[seidhe]

[ 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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[seidhe]

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. ]

[orcsurfing]

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. ]

[seidhe]

[ 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.

[orcsurfing]

[ 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.

[seidhe]

[ 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. ]