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[ Taught by witnessing his father's trial and error with those little devices, Legolas' own attempt is a little less disjointed. It's a clear picture of him from the very beginning with a fairy accompanying him that some may already find familiar as she would return to Legolas' side time and again ever since the welcoming feast days ago. Though unlike the many times before, she does not seem as happy.

His eyebrow is cocked a notch, the corner of his lip curled subtly in an expression of bemusement that is not devoid of amusement, or simple cheerfulness. Something like this will never be a preferred method to simply speaking face to face with another, but he can see its uses and he can see how convenient it is as well: to address many all at once, without needing to gather them all in one place or hunt down each and every one personally. Exactly as his current purpose requires. ]

I am Legolas, son of Thranduil. My father's purpose with you was with regards to the fortress itself. My own is with what we may find beyond it and along the borders.

I am to set out to travel into the Great Greenwood forest to investigate our borders within a day and I am looking for volunteers to accompany me. [ Not out of necessity, for he can travel by himself just as well, if not even more efficiently being an elf, but more so out of a wish for company as well as an attempt to build trust among the many various individuals gathered, all that were to be allies. Foster a sense of cooperation, rather than alienate himself. ] Such that are capable of travelling swift and light, riding hard and handling a weapon efficiently.

It is a short notice, but preparations are all too easy thanks to our hosts.

[ He offers a smile, dark lashes lowered over bright eyes, such a contrast to the pale gold of the hair framing his face. ]

If you wish to ride with me, you may come in contact with me by the means of the lockets and I will let you know of the time and the place.

[ That is all as far as parting words go, the feed is closed with a snap of the locket. ]

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... He's your dad? ( WOAH NELLY THE AGING PROCESS LACK. ) -- How? You look like yo're the same age! Not that it can't be explained by the fact that you're clearly not human, but still. Do people ever confuse you for brothers?

( Wow sorry where are her manners? Lydia smiles. )

I'd like to go, actually. But when you say... Riding. Do you mean horses? And I'm not that great with weapons. Though, I'm a quick study, and I've read a lot about archery.

[ For what it's worth, the wonder and curiosity do not insult or even make Legolas uncomfortable. He figures this will be something he will need to get used to, this sort of a reaction when it comes to him and Thranduil. So his lips are quirked into a small smile still. ]

Ah, no, it has not happened before for us to be confused for brothers, you are first to mention it and I should say it is quite a baffling observation to me. Elves do not age beyond the age of majority which should answer your wonder about the way we look.

[ The lack of manners bothers him none and he regards her carefully with kind eyes. ]

Yes, I do mean riding on horseback. But perhaps this is not a good moment to initiate you into traveling as will be required, notice too short for me to teach you.

[ Laughter from an adjoining locket. Ah, brothers! How flattering. ]

[ And Thranduil's laughter draws a similar one out of Legolas himself, also similarly coming as a simple voice feed. ]

Should I call you brother from now on if it pleases you so to hear this, ada?

[ It's charming to have mortals say you look as young as your son, this smile won't be going anywhere any time soon. ]

I think I should do better to cleave to what scant respect and wisdom I am naturally afforded as your father, Lasdithen.

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I really hope I didn't offend either of you.

Only a lack of good sense and manners could do that, which I know full well you have in abundance.

Well, that's good, then. I've only made a few new friends in this place. I'd like to keep them.

( He's actually got a rather soothing way about him, she notes, which makes him both alluring and dangerous. She makes a mental note to find out more about him. )

Well. Regardless of your relation to him... I'm Lydia. Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín. ( Her Sindarin, as taught to her by Thranduil in their first conversation, isn't fluent. But it's a sparkling mirror image of the way it's supposed to sound coming from those born to speak it. Lydia has been practicing. )

Oh, I can ride. I just can't fight. I'm not without my assets, I promise. I can hear things no one else can. I'm kind of like an alarm system for danger, now that I think about it.

Reconnaissance... that sounds very prudent.

My name is Hephaestion. I'd like to accompany you, if you'll have me.

[ There will be a delay in response, because much as Legolas had thought he had the whole thing down, such as how to manage the locket, how to reach people and how to respond to them ... it wasn't quite so. The text function takes a moment to figure out, but with the help of his self-appointed little helper, finally it comes: ]

Well met. I should hope you are aware of the hardships to come? This land is an unknown,
and I cannot test each and every volunteer, so I put my trust in you all.
If so, we shall set out tomorrow before the sunrise, I will see you at the stables.

You need not worry about it. I have spent years traveling unknown, dangerous lands and I don't expect this to be that much more difficult.

Neither do I, in truth, but there will be no time to teach the young and unaccustomed to such travel.
I only wish to make sure all are aware.

[Garth finished watching the video, and smiled. Another elf. He'd already met Legolas's father Thranduil, and the fairies having brought both father and son here only added to the mystery of this place.]

Hey, Legolas. I'm Garth. I've already met your father.

[He readjusted the locket, to give the elf a more pleasing view of his face and one that looked decidedly less, um, skeletal.]

I'm no stranger to travelling efficiently and with little to no comforts. I can ride a horse, but do not have one of my own. I can handle a gun and a knife, and have knowledge of the creatures of Drabwurld. [A side effect of his career, rather than knowledge gained because he sought it out.]

If you want me to join your party, just let me know. Until then..

[He tipped his head forward, nodded, and clicked the locket closed, stopping the transmission.]

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[ Talk about bearings very strange and most unusual for an elf to face. Not even dwarves or the hobbits managed to bemuse Legolas so. So direct and so uncouth by all the standards he had known up until now; it will be a while yet before it all stops surprising him, elves change slowly you see. But uncouth as it may be, the manner isn't entirely unpleasant, so when he returns the message it's without any sort of reproach. ]

Well met, Garth. Your knowledge would most certainly be of use and put my mind a little more at ease. Please join and share what knowledge and skill you possess and are willing to offer, tomorrow before sunrise at the stables. Do not concern yourself with a lack of a steed, it will be taken care of.

[ But this doesn't end here, however, because his curiosity gets the better of him and it shows in the look he gives the image in his locket and in the tone of his voice, ever so subtly inquiring. ]

I must ask, however, for the sake of sating my own curiosity: is this world your home if you know its creatures?

[Garth was pleased with the quick return, and the offer to join Legolas's party.]

I'll be there. [A response to meeting the elf and his group at the stables.]

Oh, actually I'm not from Drabwurld. I was brought here by the fairies.

[He would explain, as quickly as he could so as to not drag out the video, how he could posses such knowledge.]

In the world where I'm from, I was a hunter of, well, supernatural creatures. I studied them, how to track them, catch them, and kill them if it was necessary. I even studied creatures that I hadn't encountered in my life, those that were supposedly myth based.

[A little long winded, but, fingers crossed, Legolas wouldn't mind the rambling.]

Not long after I was brought here, I stumbled upon the library. I found there, many scrolls detailing the creatures of this land. I didn't have the chance to look at them all, but the ones I did, were all creatures that I had previous knowledge on. Some, I had personal experience with and others I had studied.

[Garth stopped to take a breath, hoping that was sufficiently explanatory, and waited for any further questions from the elf.]

[ For what it's worth, his listener is quite attentive and not in the slightest impatient with the long-winded explanation. Though not many elves would exactly call Legolas a patient elf, but this is one of the things he can sit through easily. And learning from another, hearing their stories, was always the better experience for him than learning from books, their dusty pages always a bore. ]

Fascinating that not all the worlds are as separate as mine seems to be from Drabwurld. Thank you, your company will be most valuable.

[Garth nodded, it was fascinating. This world was so much different than his, but at the same time, so similar.]

You're welcome. I will meet you and your party at the stables.

[He closed the locket, excited, and headed towards his room to pack his things. He wondered if one of the fairies could help him get some of the supplies he would need for the trip.]

[ so. it's taken some trial and error to use the locket. this is way more advanced tech than bucky's used to working with. but, he's nothing if not stubborn when it comes to opposing forces. and while he's still not fully clear how this little thing works (and, really, he'd faster assume break it than attempt any carefulness with it at all), he's got a... small hang of it.

at the very least, he's got it sitting on the table in front of him and he's not looking for how people are inside of it.

anyhow, this sort of mission captures his interest. he's not real into falling from one war to another, but he's a soldier and duty calls. it's gotta be better out traveling and knowing the lay of the land rather than sitting around feeling sorry for himself (he never did wear pity, and refuses to do it now).

all that aside, do pardon the way he stares (he is trying not to, but...). before today he woulda thought fairies didn't exist, but now... well. it doesn't matter. he can think about it later. ]

Dunno about light, pal, but all that other stuff I can handle. Sounds like somethin' I'd much rather be doin' anyway.

[ At least Legolas, by now, has some sort of familiarity, if very very brief and barely there, with such way of speaking. His time spent at the feast is coming in use. ]

Light only in that we will not be taking too many supplies as to not slow us down. [ Though given how many Men will be accompanying him, Legolas knows now that it will not be as light a travel as elves usually prefer. ] We shall meet before sunrise tomorrow, at the stables. It should be nothing more but reconnaissance, but we also need to be ready for anything; I know not what to expect beyond Caer Glaem.

[ He pauses, finally gives a polite smile with a slight incline of his head. ]

May I have your name?

Oh. [ he nods; it's a simple thing, then. he's traveled light before, in that sense. the last mission he went on—

well. no need to remember that right now.

as for the horse, well. he'll deal with that as it comes. he's seen 'em before, but there's been no real use for 'em in brooklyn. ] Best to expect the worst or nothin'. At least that way you won't be surprised when somethin' big happens.

[ then, he straightens slightly, nearly jamming his thumb into his chest. ]

—sorry. James Barnes. Everyone just calls me Bucky.

Well met, James Barnes, [ Legolas smiles and it's a bright thing, before: ] though if I may I would also wish to call you the title you are more familiar with.

[ Since everyone calls him that! Official the elves can be, but here is an oddball willing to be more familiar and direct with all. ]

Surprise is the last thing we need on what should be a reconnaissance. We will take what weapons we need and provisions for a week of travel, expecting battle and a forest barren of game and fruit. Unlikely as it may be, given how it bears the name of the Great Greenwood.

Wouldn't say it's a title—just a name, is all.

[ anything other than bucky feels strange. since this isn't the army and this guy isn't a superior, he'd rather be on more... friendly terms. it's just easier, better.

anyway. he shrugs, moving on. legolas can call him anything he wants. ]

Reconnaissance ain't always easy, pal. Especially in a place like this with all the... [ ... ] y'know... [ he gestures as if that totally answers everything. ]

[He's never going to get the hang of this so the video really just shows one eye and a part of his face as the wizard speaks, talking excitedly]

I have spoken to Thranduil of your journey, I will be most curious as to what you will uncover!

[ Wizards, always a good company (yes, even Radagast) and a knowledge of their presence a soothing feeling upon a weary heart, no matter how odd or strange or plain bizarre. Unbothered by the odd image in the locket, Legolas nods his head with an amused smile. ]

Upon my return, I shall inform you so you may be present when I report on all I find out.

Be cautious! ! The trees will only whisper of darkness in this world. [Radagast keeps his voice down as he speaks earnestly.]

Then I shall come once you return!

[Hard riding is the only item on the list she has not attempted, but given the choice of here or learning to ride in pain silently? She knows the answer.]

Well met, Legolas. My name is Danielle...daughter of Auguste. I would see these new lands myself, should there be room for another sword.

[ Such certainty is welcome, a good sign, and Legolas is quite willing to put his trust in all those who offer themselves to accompany him. So he does not question any of it. ]

There is yet room, indeed, for a sword skilled and experienced in battle. Well met, Danielle, you are welcome to join us tomorrow before sunrise at the stables. As I am making the preparations, shall you need anything feel free to let me know.

Our hosts are liberal enough with supplies, I am sure I can manage. I will meet you then, sir.

I've already got a trip planned with my own team to do some reconnaissance, and to be honest we'll be able to move a lot faster with our own methods.

[besides the fact that he personally wouldn't recommend shadow travel as an option to anyone with a weak stomach, jason's pretty sure it'd be rude to just volunteer nico's services without his permission. not to mention that nico doesn't exactly like having people he knows tag along, let alone strangers. either way, directly teaming up with anyone else probably isn't going to happen.

however, he did volunteer to handle the social aspect of things, and finding allies is definitely a part of that.]

Our goal is still pretty much the same, though, so it couldn't hurt to coordinate and share information.

[ Information to which Legolas can adapt quite quickly. He does prefer to do his work himself, a lot of the time, especially when it has been directly entrusted to him, but... all for the sake of fostering trust among the allies, not to mention this will be most certainly a good opportunity to see the skills of this particular group of the Seelie.

Though he can't help but feel a little concerned, the boy speaking? Looks quite young, though in truth... all children of Men are. ]

Wise words, if you intend to set out with the same goal in mind. We ought to investigate in different directions as to cover more ground all at once. [ That concern, however: ] I see your certainty and conviction, but you are young, will you be all right?

[ Truly, he means well. ]

[for a moment he just blinks -- no one's worried about his age in a long time, and he's honestly pretty old by greek demigod standards, short as their lives tend to be -- but then he just grins, obviously much less concerned.]

We'll be fine. We start young, where we come from, and I've been training and fighting all my life.

I wish to ride. Every moment we spend here is...

[ An eternity spent in uncertainty. He cannot bear it. ]

...time wasted. The sooner we ride out and overthrow our enemy, the sooner we can — gah!

[ His head jerks offscreen, followed by a loud metallic clatter (as the locket hits the ground) and then... tinkling, high-pitched laughter.

Still offscreen: ]

Let go!

[ . . . Legolas was going to respond. There were several things he wished to say, about the travel and about the conflict they were all now involved in, that this up until the point where the speaker cries out and the locket falls to the ground. Puzzled, he stares a moment and recognises the laughter he can hear in the background.

Someone, from the looks of things, is up to mischief most likely. He speaks to an image of the room, but as he can hear the noises he... assumes so does the person on the other side? Is this how those things work? He isn't certain, but it's worth a try in any case. ]

Are you well? [ First things first. ] Do you need help?

[ After some scuffling noises, the picture frame jerks again. Kevin's face comes back into view; the bandages looped about the left side of it are perhaps more obvious now. He is fully dressed and seated upon a white, narrow bed, although he isn't in a bedroom. The space is too vast: there's an echo. ]

I am a knight and a swordsman.

[ He's going on as if nothing happened, except his cheeks are bright red and he is failing to keep the fury out of his voice. The ongoing soft giggling in the background is really not helping. ]

My name is Kevin Regnard, and I would — stop it!

[ This last is directed at his tormentors, who should now be visible onscreen: four fairies, who have grabbed hold of his long, white ponytail and given it another good yank. ]

[ If Hawke was able to chinhand she would - pretty elves are her favourite - well, all elves are her favourite, but she has a soft spot for the pretty ones that could kill someone in the blink of an eye. She leans into the camera, quite curious. ]

I would be more than happy to volunteer. Exploring, trampling through wilderness and killing things? [ Her shoulder lifts, absently, even as her smile widens. ] It sounds like an average Tuesday to me.

[ Quite the accurate description there, though Legolas is, of course, unaware of the thoughts running through Hawke's mind. He notes the interest he can see, however and responds with a smile that has an edge of blatant amusement in it.

Speak of something like an affinity for someone from the first conversation. ]

Then our reconnaissance may wind up a boring excursion for you, as I wish not have to do much of the last. [ Tone light and teasing. ] But if you wish to risk boredom, then meet me tomorrow before the sunrise at the stables.

[ She keeps watching, even if he mentions the word 'boring' - even when something is supposed to be boring it never stays that way. She learned that the more difficult way; experience. She hums, smiling a little wider and resting her chin on her hand, almost absently. ]

I will risk it - it's far better than wandering around here swinging my sword at nothing. [ She tilts her head before she grins. He's so charming, she approves. Much better than the grouchy elf that she knows and loves. ] Marian Hawke, at your service.

[While totally handing off the whole social thing to Jason, Nico is still interested in people who are also going to be scouting around. He doesn't mind coordinating to get a better picture of the land, and it'll take less time.]

I'm heading out as well with the same purpose in mind. What areas are you hoping to explore? My...team can search a different place. [A slight pause before offering:] We can reach the furthest areas the fastest.

[ Even younger looking one, so few winters behind him and Legolas isn't quite sure what to say. But again, there seems to be no fright which makes all the difference. ]

The plan is to head south-west into the Great Greenwood forest to reach as far as the river and beyond if time will allow to go on and the river allows passage. [ He has his reasons for picking that direction, he had shared them with his father who showed his support. It's not something he thinks to share right now. ] The other direction that interests me is the road through the mountains into Cothromach. Perhaps you could investigate the roads through the forest and mountains north of Caer Glaem? They lay directly on the way from Caer Scima, though the map does not show the ability to pass through them.

[ He tilts his head briefly, curiously looking at the image in the locket: we can reach the furthest areas the fastest. The only thing that comes to mind is flight, in this case. ]

I am curious about the nature of your travel, if I may ask, flight is the only way that comes to my mind...

[Nico consults his own map for a second before nodding.]

That sounds reasonable. It's possible we could find a path for people to cross into the adjacent forest without needing a pair of wings.

[He hesitates. After thinking about it for a moment, Nico decides that it might be alright to tell a little about what he can do, and what he is.]

I was born with an ability called shadow travel. I can pass through one shadow and appear in the shadow of another location. The downside is that the farther away I want to go, and the more people I have to bring with me, the more of an energy drain it puts on my body. For long distance, it's better if I do staggered trips and rest for at least an hour after.

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