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[Sigrid is looking fairly haggard and pale. Behind her is the rugged green wilderness surrounding the Station, though the Station itself is not in sight.]

I'm in the middle of nowhere at all and I've got a bad leg. I couldn't find my locket and I had to ask a thrush to find it for me. A thrush. I'm talking to thrushes and they answer me. Anyway I need help. The thrush said he'd go and find someone, but I don't know who he meant. Does anyone know if thrushes are wise birds or silly birds? If he brings back a bear or something, I've got to hide now.

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[She could just about cry to see his face.]

It's a couple of days old, but I can't walk very far unless there's a bear chasing me or something. Did he speak to you, too?

He did. [ This girl and her fear of bears, tho. ] Why has no one treated your wound, Sigrid?

The fairies cleaned it and wrapped it tidily enough.

We shall have to see to it again, once you are settled at the Station. You are not so far afield.

[ And really, wut. It's probably magic; everything boils down to magic in this place, but it bears asking, ]

How did you come to be there?

I don't know. I was trying to shoo off something and suddenly I was here.

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Edited 2014-06-15 02:15 (UTC)

[ Kid. ]

I shall be there soon. I do not think Gelefn will allow you to ride with me, and I would rather not chance it, so I will bring you back to the Station myself while he keeps watch on the surrounding wilds.

[ Given she isn't technically a princess yet in her own right and doesn't wear a crown, or have the right to one just yet, and his unicorn is a somewhat stalwart fellow. ]

He must be very noble indeed if he won't let a hurt girl ride him. What am I supposed to do, then? I can't walk.

Edited 2014-06-30 13:41 (UTC)

The unicorns only submit to a bearer of a crown. As Gelefn is unlikely to let you ride him, I shall carry you in his stead.

[Any reply she'd been about to give sticks in her throat. She's not sure what he could mean. Surely not carrying her in his own two arms for at least a mile...?

What else could he mean? She suddenly feels very ashamed of her attitude toward him. He's not just condescending to rescue to a chit too stupid to rescue herself, he's coming with the full knowledge that he'll put aside the crown and be a beast of burden for a while. It's hard not to get a bit teary-eyed at that. She blinks rapidly.]

Oh. Sorry. Thank-you. I should...let you ride properly, sorry. I've got friends to keep me company till you get here.

[ His smile is small, an aside not to draw attention to the fact he doesn't mind coming to fetch her. Really, he did a few similar things for Legolas when he was an elfling, and he doubts anyone is half as liable to complain as his own son. ]

Then I shall be there soon.

[ The video ends as he closes the locket and urges Gelefn on, the unicorn tramping up clumps of grassland on their way from the Station. The ride isn't so long, ten minutes or so with the powerfully muscled beast glad to stretch his legs, and when Thranduil comes into sight of Sigrid he drops from his steed's back at a comfortable walk before four legs have stopped moving. Long hair spills where it will all over the shoulders of a plain grey t-shirt, his boots alone of Elven make over black jeans; it's just not practical to wear his armour twenty-four/seven and his own clothes are somewhat gory from tending his son so often. So, a pared-down Elf he makes. ]

Where does your leg hurt the most?

[ The Elvenking's stride takes him to her side at a fluid crouch and while efficient in his approach, the coolness isn't without care. ]

[He is way more intense in person]

[Okay she remembered to breathe that's good]

Here.

[A nerveless hand lifts her skirt up over her calf to reveal a largeish linen bandage wrapped around it.]

[ Giving her a moment to collect herself (hopefully she didn't bump her head when she got here), Thranduil takes a look at her leg without touching the worst of the wrappings. ]

The healers at the Station will do more good than I, I've neither their skill or patience with wounds and you would find me a poor substitute.

[ Upset as Legolas has been by Sigrid's words, panicked even, it's not as if Thranduil could simply leave her in the wilderness like this. Upon seeing the dirtied bandage, his resolve hardens to speak with her about his son at a later date; she has quite enough to be getting on with in the here and now. ]

I can, at least, provide you a smooth journey into their care. [ One of his arms reaches for her back, the other readying by her knees. Blue-grey eyes lilt over to catch her attention. ] Are you ready?

[She circles her arms around his neck. It's at once strange and familiar, this embrace, and it makes her overwhelmingly comforted yet horrifically homesick. Even if the Elvenking is not her father, he's a father, and that recalls her own. She would give anything to be in his arms right now instead. But in his absence, her angel has come to carry her to safety.]

Ready.

[ He lifts her as easily as a babe, each pace back to the Station quicker than a mortal's but smoother too, without jostling her unnecessarily. Gelefn follows at his leisure, the big stallion nibbling at plants here and there as he brings up the rear. ]

Let me know if your leg aches more than it has been.

[She nods, her face half-buried against his chest. She's a strong girl; the roundness of her arms is all muscle, and she holds to him as though it is her strength and not his keeping her aloft. But slowly she relaxes and peers out from her refuge, tucking the top of her head beneath his chin. She is tall, five foot and seven inches, but he is taller still, so she feels very much like a little girl again.]

How's your son? [she asks in a small voice, after some time has passed.] I was rubbish at trying to cheer him up.

[ He could have carried Bard himself like this, so his old friend's daughter is no challenge. Her grip is noted, moreover when it begins to relax, and any silences are not felt to be awkward on his part. ]

He will be fine. [ Which is to say, without saying it, that she did screw up rather badly. ] Legolas is stronger than he knows.

[She doesn't want to ask him what she said that made him take off like that, not while she's in his arms with no escape. She's usually good at comforting people, but she has been so ill-prepared for her last two attempts it's been like going into battle blindfolded. Her only conclusion from it all has been that nobody here really wants comfort; they're either beyond comfort, which isn't her fault, or they really just want to be pitied and/or persecuted, which she has no intention of indulging.]

So's everyone.

[She means Thranduil, but it's hard to tell. Nobody gives pats on the back for strength where she comes from. On the Lake, strength is a default, not a virtue. It's the only thing that explains why you're still alive, most of the time. She got to hear a number of peoples' opinions on how sad it was that her mother wasn't strong enough to survive a third birth.]

Edited 2014-06-30 20:28 (UTC)

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Done

almost cracked a stitch laughing

Don't do that.

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