[ The gesture itself is a comfort, not even necessarily the physical feeling of it. His lips crimp, eyebrows draw together in a pained frown and the expression stays for a while longer as Legolas allows himself this moment of freely showing his pain. Father once told him not to hide it, not from him, but he's gone now and unlikely to return if it was the monarchs who sent him back for his defiance. ]
Is that what it truly is? Returning home?
[ He glances towards the item she presents with, expression shifting into confusion instead now. Chocolate says the package on it, his lips part. ]
no subject
Is that what it truly is? Returning home?
[ He glances towards the item she presents with, expression shifting into confusion instead now. Chocolate says the package on it, his lips part. ]
What is it?