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[ All around is white, snow whips across the picture along with long strands of pale golden hair. A pace or two away a couple figures stand huddled together, pressed against a wall of a mountain. Two tall men, four hobbits whose heads barely stand above the surface of the snow, A DWARF* that stands a little taller yet still, and a greying man dressed in greys in a pointed hat. The image, oddly enough, shows them from somehow above all. ]

If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you.

[ For some, perhaps a familiar voice, for others perhaps not. Light of heart and little troubled by the storm. The man in the pointed hat answers him. ]

If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us.

[ But no matter the wizard and elf exchanging jabs at each other, there are still Men with ideas here. One speaks: ]

Well, when heads are at a loss bodies must severe, as we say in my country. The strongest of us must seek a way. See! Though all is now snow-clad, our path, as we came up, turned about that shoulder or rock down yonder. It was there that the snow first began to burden us. If we could reach that point, maybe it would prove easier beyond. It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.

[ Another - the tallest - answers him: ]

Then let us force a path thither, you and I!

[ And for a moment there it seems that would be the end of the conversation, the camera - so to speak - follows the toiling men, the way they work through the snow with great trouble yet also with some success. Yet not before long, Legolas speaks up again, his voice rising easily in the noise of the snow storm. ]

The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow - an Elf!

[ With that said, he springs forth nimbly. The camera briefly showing his feet on the snow, sinking but only a little, leaving little imprints in the cover of snow. And he runs light and easy. ]

Farewell! I go to find the Sun!

[ He says with a last look to Gandalf first, then to the toiling men, Aragorn and Boromir. For them, he has a wave of a hand, before he speeds off. ]

( ooc; paraphrased book excerpt, sassing off to a maia, have at! visual aid, I mean what. *blanche is a loser kill me now I FORGOT GIMLI )

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[ Now at that he has to laugh, clear and brighter than he has been in months. ]

By far we would have never dared to pluck Sun off the sky, or any other star that did not cry for the help. They are too dear to the elves, too beloved and our respect for them is great. [ The sharp grin softens into a small. ] Spring with its colours and fragrances and vigour! I can see the appeal, though I am a child of summer myself. The green leaves of the trees my namesakes.

[ He nods, eyebrow cocked. ]

Not many are left, but they still remain. Waning as all great things are bound to wane with time.

[ It's sad, in a way, when she does smile, because it is really that much of a rarity. She can't help it when she hears this and her cheeks almost grow a little rosey at the thought. A summer child! Well, that's one thing in common. ]

Are they now? Are they more coveted amongst your people than humans?

[ Color her curious, as always. They remind her of the fair folk from Britain's old age and in the storybooks she used to love as a child. ]

Where is the fun and life in winter? Everything comes back to life in the spring, it's hope, after all. I, too, was born during the summer-- well, more like midsummer, really.

Coveted? No, and unfortunately for a time they have not been given the respect they ought to have been given either, no matter the great things they did for Middle Earth. [ He shakes his head with small traces of sadness. ] That too changed however, when Aragorn - this tall man that you have seen - has taken the title of High King of Gondor that he rightfully deserved.

[ Now his eyes brighten in amusement, he's a summer child, his favourite season may be summer, however in every season he finds great joy. ]

No? Consider this, my little friend, winter is to land as rest is to the race of Men! A time of rest, of gathering energy so that it may burst with life the way it always does come spring. Besides too, there is great joy in frolicking in the snow on a crisp sunny day, in a hunt and tracking amongst the snowy dunes, in shaking it off the branches on unsuspecting victims! It can be a source of great fun, before the lands and all life awakens anew, rejuvenated after a good rest.

[ Legolas clicks his tongue and grins wider. ]

Midsummer still counts! Thus both of us, children of the summer.

[ A brief, sly wink. ]

[ Oh, no, now she really can't help but smile at that. ]

But it's so cold! And that is not very kind of you, sir. You do know that means you can't be trusted with tree branches from here on out? Even if it rains well enough, it has a similar effect but not at the same amount.

Oh, but... curiouser and curiouser. Are there many kings in your world?

[ Earning smiles, all in a good day's work. ]

Ah, elves do not quite feel cold the way the mortals do, but even so chill has an easy fix too! Huddle close with a dear one, huddle close with a friend, share warmth or wear warm clothes. [ BECAUSE IT'S THAT EASY, LEGOLAS. ] A woodelf not trusted with tree branches! [ He clicks his tongue with great amusement. ] That is quite the novelty.

[ Totally skipping over the why here! ]

Each peoples have their own ruler, so I suppose so, even different elven groups have their kings or leaders.

Well, I'd rather huddle with a cat or a rabbit if it gets cold, they're dear to me. More than people, as a matter of fact and far more loyal.

[ So she has a bias for animals, especially white rabbits! At least by now, Alice knows better than to assume they're all family, just as she had done with Tauriel. It's a shame she's gone missing. ]

A woodelf? Why not? What's wrong with tree branches?

They should not replace the company of other people for you, though I understand how they may be so very dear. There is plenty loyalty to be found in the race of Men.

[ Her questions confuse him in turn and Legolas laughs briefly. ]

An elf living among the trees all his life, though 'tis a different name of the Silvan elves as well. I find there to be nothing wrong with tree branches, why do you ask?

If there is any sort of loyalty among in "the race of men", I have yet to find it.

[ For now, she'll be very bitter about people. And hey! Don't laugh, Alice seems to grow a little flustered, blowing strands out of her face as she heaves a sigh. ]

Misters Maglor and Celegorm don't seem like that. I was under the impression that you lot would come from the same place! A place where humans can't come and remains hidden. Like our fair folk.

Then I wish you had the chance to meet those I have. Aragorn, Boromir, Eomer, Lady Eowyn... all great warriors, all great and loyal people.

[ It's a kind laugh, if nothing else! Not holding even a degree of mockery in it. ]

Mm, Valinor is such place where mortals cannot come, but for those who earned the title of an elf-friend. And even then, in all of our history only a handful sailed west. I was born many ages after the brothers, in woods of the name Mirkwood among the Silvan elves though my father and mother were both of the Sindar clan. The sons of Feanor are of the Noldor clan, the High Elves if you will.

[ He speaks quietly, softly, his expression light and uplifting, even as he speaks of the one who nearly ruined him once and for all. ]

[ She has her doubts. Bumby has ruined her and completely destroyed her trust. All that time underneath his "care" and she had heard he was a miracle worker. The same can go for him, really, as she recalls her wariness for him. She'll always be wary of the opposite gender, unfortunately.

She's kind enough to just politely nod, but her curiosity gets the better of her again. ]

Feanor- Oh, Mr. Fëanáro! Yes, I remember him. Are all of the Noldor elves so strange?

[ Because they really do seem that way to an impressionable Alice insofar. Oh, no, and here come the questions as Alice props her back straight up, her hands eagerly in her lap. There are little bits of the little girl she was that still shine through, still curious and eager to learn. ]

What makes them "high" elves? How many ages afterwards?

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