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. ]

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[espouses]

[ 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.

[orcsurfing]

[ 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.

[espouses]

[ 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.