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[ Legolas has waited several hours to make this announcement. Grieving, weeping with quiet tears for the half of it, gathering composure and thoughts for the other. He still hardly feels the strength needed to say what he has to say, hardly feels himself having the competence, yet it must be said and he makes a good show for it.

His shoulders squared, head held high no matter the shame he still carries with his hair cut short as it is, his face seems carved out of stone into an expression of firm neutrality, yet not without the soft edges of gentleness. What suffering there is is hidden deeply and out of view. The light in his eyes has dimmed, and with the usual cheer and laughter missing from the picture he makes, his presence seems hollow.

A shadow of his usual self, yet he holds himself together all the same. The Prince he should be, his father's son though not once in his life has he been truly prepared to take over his father's role.

He never wanted to either and especially not like this. ]

Elvenking Thranduil has vanished from this world, leaving behind his shard.

[ His lip doesn't tremble, there is no pause, his voice is even. ]

What he has set out to do, I will carry out in time. 'tis a promise to the shard-holders and the natives of the Drabwurld alike. What begs to be repeat now, with my own voice, with my own words, is that I have forsworn all allegiance with either Court and I will build a home for all who wish not to be drawn into the madness of this foolish war.

[ Time for play is over, time for growing up at last has just begun. He takes no title, names himself no Prince nor King nor anything much really. ]

Those who had unfinished business with him are welcome to bring it to me, his son Legolas Thranduilion.

[ A beat of a pause then in a tone far gentler, yet at the same time tired, he adds. ]

And to those who are to partake in the upcoming battle, I wish you luck.

[ Be safe, he wishes he could say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Then mimicking his father's attitude, he shuts the locket without another word.

In what little time he was speaking the sharp edges of the shard in his hand cut through skin with the force of his hold on it, blood trickles down, painting red flowers on the floor, but he barely feels it. Body numbed to pain with the agony of the soul, he feels himself cracking and crumbling and shattering all over again. What strength that returned over the weeks spent at the Station, seems to be now fizzling out with every quiet breath.

He feels more alone than he has felt in all his life, not knowing if he'll ever see his father ever again. Not even knowing what has happened, in truth, just that today he was simply gone and on bed there lay a shard.

This isn't Arda, this is Drabwurld, will they ever see each other at Aman again? Or has he lost his father for all the rest of his life? ]

( ooc: there'll be a delay before he begins responding and all responses to this post will be in voice only. Thrandaddy is gone, babyleaf's gotta grow up asap and pull his act together. :c )

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[ On the other hand, for Legolas it's quite too bad it's voice now. If only Nico could see his eyes light up now at the mention of trading stories. Ever inquisitive the elves, ever curious and the prospect excites Legolas, in spite of his current pain. There is still a thread of a smile in his voice, making it bright and light. ]

I would like that, when you have the time. To listen to stories and to share some of my own are some of the greatest pleasures for an elf.

[ Quietly, but with feeling, ]

And you, Legolas.

[Nico will consider it a victory to distract the elf from the brunt of the pain.]

Then...when things calm down a bit, I'll tell a story. I've got a lot of them, and I'd definitely be interested in learning more about your world.

[ And it is one, a great victory that! Soothing hurts, distracting from what weighs on his shoulders and returning clarity to his outlook, all in the span of a brief conversation. This freshly kindled fire of gratitude will never fade, it's flame will never burn out. ]

It sounds like a fair trade, I too have plenty that I will gladly share.

[ He pauses then, a moment of silence stretching on, until he speaks again. ]

Be safe, while the battling lasts. I should hope you are not forced to partake in it...

[ And yet he has little hope for it, so many young ones he knows have been pulled into it. It's horrible. ]

[ There's a brief moment when Legolas thinks he has said something wrong again, but it's quickly overshadowed by a more accurate realisation. There is battle, and Legolas himself said that Celegorm should not be getting distracted. ]

I am away from the battle, I will be safe. Now go.

[ Legolas can hear Celegorm's hesitation, the sound of smooth hair spilling over a shoulder-- and Celegorm does indeed go, but not before a quick, ]

Thank you. Farewell.

[His merriment turns to seriousness at the comment.]

If I do join the battle, it won't be for any reason than to fight alongside the people I care about. I don't...want to sit back and wait for it to end like I did with my sister.

[Nico pauses.]

But I'll be as safe as I can be. You stay safe, too. An infirmary isn't the kind of place I had in mind to swap stories in.

Farewell.

[ Quiet and before more hesitation comes, before Legolas himself is overtaken by such, he shuts the locket and terminates the feed.

Only when he does this, does he realise that unlike the previous times the tension in his shoulders wasn't so great, the nervousness did not subdue him as much as it did before. Their conversation was strained, sure enough, given the subject matter, yet it was easier at the same time. Legolas feels lighter for the words that have been said, they have brought the comfort they intended to bring, he feels.

Still, all of it is far too confusing and his feelings spill all over the place, pulled in different directions at all times. With regards to this battle and Celegorm himself. ]

There are some people who seem to love it. But they're not the majority.

[ Unfortunately, they also tend to be very skilled. ]

He's a smart man -- a professor back home. And he's been kind to me. I hope you'll get along, if nothing else.

Not sure I believe in fate. But something like that.

[ He sighs. ]

You're not alone. Thranduil may be gone, but you have me and Hermione and others here with you. If it's eternity, then you won't be alone.

If we appear here with no rhyme or reason, who is to say that we do not return in the same matter?

I offered your father my aid in whatever manner he should require it. My pledge to you is no different.

[ A little ways away from them, on a table, wrapped up in the finest, most delicate fabric he managed to find, lies his father's shard. His gaze rests on it a moment, before he turns back to Hermione, soaking up her bright hope, letting it light up the shadows that have once more began encroaching.

It feeds well into the most ingrained optimism within him, battered and weary now with all that has happened in the recent events but recovering all the same. ]

Perhaps they have sent him home when they realised he will truly not fight for their cause.

[ Still, he takes the offered piece of chocolate with great interest. ]

Thank you.

[ Excuse him while he first nibbles on just the corner curiously. ]

I understand. I will not begrudge you this, for I know I would fight alongside my father no matter the cause, [ oh but does that not sound familiar, ] but never forget that even against the cruellest of the enemies, we should not forgo mercy.

[ Sometimes it's merciful and wise to kill, he will admit, but often it is a better choice to let live. ]

I am far from the battle, and I will not be drawn into it. But you have my thanks for the concern, we shall see each other next in good health.

[ A concept he'll never understand, to love war. It's a necessity at times, to fight to protect home, to battle for the loved ones. But to love the war itself? He cannot comprehend that. ]

It is not their numbers that matter, but their skill in leading an army and doing battle.

[ But no matter, he doesn't plan on fighting. ]

If there is kindness and wisdom in him, then I am certain we will.

You are ever kind to me, John Grimm. To us all. My father has rightfully named you an elf-friend and his departure changes nothing between us.

Thank you.

[ There's gravity in those words, but of the good kind. His grief may still ring clear - he needs the time to grieve - but what worries there were are soothed. ]

The both of us have been approached by the fairies who have requested our help, we have come with them willing and ready.

That my father has forsworn the allegiance after all, perhaps this is the result of it. Whether they lead him back home...

[ He hopes beyond all hope that this is what it is and this is what he will cling to all his life in Drabwurld until his time comes as well. ]

Maybe. I know some of us are happy to try and help, or find a place here, but I got the impression that your dad wasn't... Pleased with the things that unfolded her. It might be better for him to go home and go back to the things he was doing there.

[ Her eyes flicker over to the fabric before she shifts, settling against Legolas and doing nothing more than linking their arms, leaving his free one to do whatever he wants with her gift of chocolate. Her fingers are brushing over his palm, as soothing as she can possibly manage, before she smiles softly and leans her head on his shoulder. ]

Eat up. I have more, too, if you like it - I think I even have a Chocolate Frog. Maybe you can start collecting the magic cards.

[ Apparently there's one of her, now. Erp. ]

Thank you, my Lady. Your aid will be most valuable, as it has always been, and to know that I have it is a great relief.

[ She may be right, it is better that his father wouldn't be involved in the foul matters going on here, after all, yet Legolas also knows that if Thranduil were given a choice: he'd remain, regardless, by his side. And he knows too, that Thranduil's own return would not be a happy one for as long as Legolas remains here. Such is the bond of family that for a good last thousand of years had only each other. ]

He was not indeed, and neither am I, in truth. [ And it's only going to get worse, but shhh he doesn't know that yet. ] Eryn Lasgalen was flourishing when he left, he said, it was why he has chosen to help in this world. No more was left to do in our old home but to watch the happiness unfold and care for the newborn babes.

[ But yes, the chocolate is delightful. Truly. Warm and rich taste that spreads with every bite. And he sits with Hermione at his side, warm and caring, and it seems worries melt like snow on a warm spring morning. ]

It is luxurious treat, Hermione, though I am uncertain if I would ... eat chocolate frog. Do you normally eat frogs? [ Eyebrow... raise. ] And what magic cards do you speak of?

[ Hermione watches him, almost wary, making sure that she is doing all she can do make him feel comfortable and safe. She knows what it's like to lose people - even her parents - and she wants to do whatever she can to comfort her friend. Like she said to him, not so long ago; they're like brother and sister now and she cares for him too much to just stop and leave him to his chocolate and his thoughts. ]

I think he would probably like looking after young children. Would he make up stories for them too, do you think? Maybe he'll use you as a Dragon to make them laugh.

[ She grins as he eats the chocolate and she summons her bag, moving her arm awkwardly and digging around before she pulls out more chocolate and a couple of still-packaged frogs. She passes them over before she tucks closer, smiling brightly. ]

No, it's not a real frog. It's a piece of chocolate, like that, but it's enchanted to look and move like a frog until you're ready to eat it. [ She flicks open the packet, grabbing at the frog to keep it still before she pulls out the card, brightening. ] Oh! It's Godric Gryffindor - that's the House that I was in at school.

Something I agree with. I can't stop what's happening now, but I can stop her from doing it again. I'm sad to say that the only person who could have stopped her before now both isn't here and is...well, is where all heroes go when their souls depart. Elysium. If I have to use her name to get through to Clarisse in the future, then I will and accept whatever consequences that brings.

[Whether he gets a punch for it or ruins the tenuous friendship they have or not, it'll be worth it if they don't have to go through another battle like this again.]

( Lydia doesn't mind the closeness, really. She doesn't usually dig guys with long hair. But she's totally into the idea of leaning on him. She'll decide later whether this is an appropriate action. Right now she just wants to make sure he's alright. And distracted if he needs it. )

Do you have a neutral point where you can meet?

Not every creature here swears allegiance to either queens, I don't see why it wouldn't be a possibility.

[ She's hardly ever optimistic for herself; it's different with others. She hates to see others upset, she feels the need to reassure them. ]

They seem to be pretty good at that, too.

[ Planning for it or not, Ariadne is all too aware that sometimes the fighting comes to you. ]

There is.

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