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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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[ Legolas casts his gaze to the side, giving this serious (not) thought. ]

I feel the answer to this would be you.

[ If only because he's half certain Fili and Kili would like to tease him, and Bilbo likely could be convinced by them as well. ]

Hm. I suppose I will have to do my best to live up to your expectations then, little prince.

[ cheeky brat ]

And have you a plan for a time then, for this examination of yours?

That would be most kind of you, [ Of course he spins it in his favour, yet still follows up with a bit of a challenge, regardless of how impossible it is to ... have on in this. Since one of them is to do grading, and the other is the graded one. ] I would not have it but you doing your best.

[ Now he considers this too, although briefly. ]

Any time when you are available. Little responsibilities I have here and little preparation I need, as I know all these songs by heart already.

[ Distraction, little brother murmurs Maedhros in his ears but Maglor only shrugs at Legolas in reply ]

We are both at the station, are we not? You may seek me as it please you, little prince. And I will hope you regret not such an asking.

Very well then. May I seek you out now?

[ Nothing better to do now, after all, might just as well. ]

Or is finding you a part of the test?

If you wish it, Legolas.

[ a tip of the head ] I imagine I am not hard to find.

[ simply follow the harp ]

[ He is outside, in the stables, playing for Daud's cleg right now, who has taken to him and House both (but not Javik, much to everyone save the Prothean's amusement) with the loss of his master ]

Very well, I will see you soon in person.

[ And he closes the locket for a time, to instead head out. Keen ears open, eyes focused and searching as he wanders the Station. His first guess was to look outside indeed, like most elves Maglor likely vastly preferring the outdoors to the indoors and especially such foreign indoors.

Eventually the sound of a harp is what catches his attention and guides him towards the stables. And when he arrives he is quiet for a while, just listening to Maglor playing. ]

[ The Cleg does not mind if his songs are happy or sad, but out here by himself, with nothing around him but the smell of the stable and the company of the horses kept here, it is easier, perhaps, to play the simpler tunes of Tirion long ago.

When Legolas comes in the Cleg lifts his head to snort distrustfully at the new person before huffily returning to his hay. Maglor's grey is more welcoming - nickering softly in a bid for treats as he reaches over his stable door. ]

You have found me then. [ Maglor lifts his hands from the strings and smiles a little ] And did you bring the sun with you, or songs to tempt her with?

[ Earning smiles, really, all in a good day's work. No matter how small or brief, or how sad. It's always a start perhaps for something better and brighter, perhaps for lightening the day just a little and scattering the clouds and shadows.

He offers one of his own now, touching a hand to the muzzle of a grey mount and stroking with apology for a lack of treats. ]

You do not make it a difficult task. [ As if, in this, he had expected a challenge at all. The Station is not such a large place in the end. ] It is summer now, I would not ever disturb Sun in her work now.

[ This is his season, after all. ]

But I do have songs to share.

[ Maglor's grey is spoilt, and will happily butt his head against this new person who pets him even without the treats, shoving affectionately ]

Hm, very considerate of you, little prince. Hiswafan, go back to your stall and stop bothering him, you great bully.

[ The grey rolls his eyes affectionately at his elf and continues to lip at Legolas in hopes of discovering a hidden treat. Shaking his head, Maglor shrugs a little and turns back to Legolas ]

Then I will be glad to hear them.

[ Legolas doesn't mind the nudging and pressing at all, he smiles at the horse and whispers cooing words to soothe it and offer further apology. ]

Here? Or should we move elsewhere?

[ Hiswafan allows himself to be mollified and Maglor shakes his head in amusement at his behaviour ]

Elsewhere I think - or at least, out of reach of this big baby. We will get nothing done so long as he deems himself not appropriately placated. I suppose I have spoilt him.

[ It's endearing, Legolas thinks, how loving the horse is and how loving his master is towards it in turn, no matter the chidings. Legolas laughs softly, bowing just a little as he gestures with a wide sweep of his hand and arm towards the plains outside. Somewhere out there his own horse runs freely, nibbling grass and following Thranduil's unicorn. ]

Shall we, then? I think staying outside would be preferable. The last time I sang inside... I do not think it made anyone happy.

[ Swift Maglor, they called him once - not for his bladeskill, although that was a part of it, but for his skill on horseback. The one area Celegorm cedes to his brother is this - the open field of a calvaryman - and Maglor loves them dearly, even now, the horses who carried him to so many victories, and just as many defeats ]

Oh? In that case, little prince, I suppose I had best hope that occasion was not an example of your best voice. Lead on then.

[ Hiswafan watches them go and then turns back to bother House's cleg ]

[ That earns a quiet laughter and not an ounce of uncertainty in his skill. Not once had Legolas truly wondered about his talent in singing, he enjoyed it greatly and that's what mattered, and usually people were charmed by his voice or at least enjoying it enough. Not once before, until he came here, had anyone ever complained. ]

More so it was a matter of the wrong time and place. It was... disruptive at the time, as they said.

[ He shrugs with a shoulder, tipping his head to the side and his smile grows lopsided. Then he heads out to find a good place for them to sit at and enjoy the day to its fullest. ]

Hm, I wonder what you were disrupting then, little prince [ Maglor tips his head in amusement and follow Legolas out, content to let him lead - he had younger brothers, he understands how they can grow... restless ]

So what will you grace me with today, Legolas? [ He asks when they are settled. Outside in the breeze, his hands idly toy with his harp, seemingly without his conscious devising, echoing the music he hears in the wind and the leaves ]

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