video. can never really keep the wood elf out of the forest

[orcsurfing]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[orcsurfing]

[ 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.

voice.

[firith]

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

[orcsurfing]

[ 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?

[firith]

[ 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.

[amplified]

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

[firith]

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

[amplified]

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

[amplified]

( 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.