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For those that are unaware of me, my name is Renly Baratheon. Times have been trying of late, I believe, and we have all been suffering ills that there are few words best to describe. It is for this that I would desire to offer myself as a helping hand or soothing ear for all that desire it or have found themselves lost or without an ally to aid in soothing their turmoiled emotions. You may find me through this network or in my rooms in the castle; the marking of a stag is upon my door and you will be greeted by my fawn, Laurel. I doubt it will be hard to miss.

[ And now for the main point of his post:

LOCKED TO: SANSA, ARYA, MARGAERY, JON, GENDRY. ]

My dear friends and kin; I would hope that I could meet you all sometime in the near future, once your own missions and duties are attended to. I have brought gifts for you all that I would like to pass on as soon as matters are in hand. I would also wish to hear more of the fate of Ned Stark. You have my thanks.

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Something to show that we think it's strength a gift, rather than a curse. Perhaps a name that would make people wonder about how powerful, yet gentle, it might be? Perhaps then only the most daring - [ or foolish ] - would think to approach it.

Gentle Ben.

[ He would laugh if he wasn't trying so hard to be stern. ]

Gentle Ben indeed. He and his kind will be written in books as the slayer of darkness. Many would imagine his fellows to be creatures of the light.

[ Thranduil, meanwhile, lets a bark of laughter out and Renly has the good fortune of hearing how an Elf sounds when delighted. ]

Will he walk in twilight, this noble hero? His fur is matted from battle and his claws are weary, where shall he seek his repose?

[ If there's one thing true about any of the Eldar, no matter their faction, it's that they like to be entertained. ~~Big babies.~~ ]

[ He's biting back his own mirth, but he does chuckle; how can he not? ]

Of course. He will find one of the most beautiful of lakes in his kingdoms and there he shall bathe, protected by the magics of his kind. With each kill he will grow stronger and, I imagine, will require longer baths.

I almost feel like I require this magical, strong-scent removing pool for my son's use whenever he returns from patrols. He spends an inordinate amount of time in trees.

[ No offence, babyleaf, you just get a sort of mossy stink. ]

If I had sons of my own I think I would do much the same, I can assure you of that.

I hope the good fortune of children is visited upon you and your lady wife here, when the time is right. There is no greater gift or honour than the raising of a child, especially for Elvenkind. They are not full-grown until they reach one-hundred years and after that their youth is considered largely at an end.

[ Mostly, for some. ]

Legolas is over a thousand, yet he remains the same as he was when he came of age. An Elfling caught in an eternal summer, you would know him by his smile immediately.

Ah, I. I am certain the gift will come to us, when we are ready. She and I are still quite young; I would not wish that pleasure upon either of us until we are both quite prepared.

[ haaah. yeah, kids. one day. haha. ha. hah. um. ]

He sounds like a delight to behold, Elvenking. It would be a pleasure to meet him, one day.

Of course. We Elves never desire children in times of war and my Elvenqueen passed away many years ago; Legolas will never have siblings. I fear he is all the kinder for it, in a sad way, and will befriend you most readily when you meet. He does tend to adopt himself brothers from all the peoples he visits, fair warning. I apologise on his behalf for any future forwardness.

[ Definitely making a mental note to host introductions, or at least prompt them. ]

I would never ask my lady wife to bear a child for me until it was necessity. In our lands it was a duty we had to attempt, for the heir of kingship, but here? She is welcome to a life of peace, if she wishes for it.

[ Thank goodness. ]

As for your son - I have often found the brothers we choose are the most loving, even if we are gifted with brothers of blood. I only hope he will judge me as highly as you speak of him.

[ His smile returns, an approval inherent in it as he looks upon Renly. There is a mildly far-off consideration to his words when he speaks again, clearly impressed. ]

A great king of Gondor or Rohan you would have been in Arda. You draw unto yourself an easy love from those to whom you would speak your mind; your way is gentle without eschewing strength or honour. So few have been such Men, such kings, their legacies are so easily plucked from memory as scant long blades of grass from a shorn meadow, that I can see their image in your shadow. [ Renly seems a soft after-image of King Elessar. ] I have no powers of foresight, no gift that will allow me to search your mind, yet had I the means I do not think I would endeavour to use them — if the Men of this world choose to raise you up, a fallen king from his own home into a leader to be followed, it is clear even to me that you will command the hearts of great armies and I should be among the least surprised.

Many kings and queens I have encountered, eager to rule, and anything is possible; yet you are unforgettable.

[ Thranduil does not blink as he speaks, not until he tilts his chin slightly and the bright eyes resting on Renly's face slip back into the present. ]

The Young Deer or rather The Young Buck, Netharason, has a life of possibilities ahead of him, thanks to you — it is only fitting you too carry this title. With your blessing, I will name you such amongst all my people from this day forth so that they too shall know the quiet strength in the heart of one so deserving of an antlered crown, whether he walks on four legs or two.

[ Renly can admit to being a little flustered, now, and he bows his head, lips curling into a smile. ]

I know little of your lands, nor your realm, but I heed the respect in your words and your tone, Elvenking. Your compliments are far too kindly to me and I welcome it - it has been long since I dared believe that I ought to have anything to my name, be it a kingship or otherwise.

[ He had long since dismissed the idea of it, after being in this world, but he thinks that he could claim a crown and title again. He may be dead but he was still a king. He had been, by title and by blood, and he can find pride in that no matter what. ]

I never desired to claim kingship for the title, the power. I wished to protect and care for my people - to have their loyalty, their trust. What is kingship if one does not have fealty? A name to be scorned, for certain. I thank you for the kind words, the belief you hold for me.

[ He lifts his head and feels himself smile, lips curling a little wider. ]

You have my blessing for all that you might ask, Elvenking. I will take the title, Netharason, and carry it with pride. You have gifted me with a great honour.

[ Renly is the only person in the Drabwurld that Thranduil has bowed to properly, without brevity about the gesture; he does so now, speaking when he looks back up, warmed by the words Renly weaves and how easily they come to the Young Buck. ]

The honour is mine in sharing your acquaintance. [ A smile hints at the corners of his mouth. ] Now you own such a distinction, you really shan't escape my son's attentions for a moment when he comes to know of it, for my good opinion of others holds great sway with him.

You have permission to tell Legolas, at any time, to attend a silent reflection on his day.

[ Legolas is so, co chatty, Thranduil is almost sorry for this, Renly. ]

[ Renly, if he were to know anything, would know that a king's bow means more than words ever might. So, in turn, he offers his own, as low as he can manage in his awkward position, and his smile stays firmly in place. ]

You warm me with your kindness. [ He continues to smile, eyes twinkling, almost. ] I look forward to learning of him in person. I hope only to live up to his expectations.

[ That does make him laugh, though. ]

Am I to expect ceaseless conversation?

He out-talks birds, on occasion. [ ~~You have been warned.~~ The deadpan tone lightens. ] Legolas is a gay creature, never short of curiosity or the questions that go hand-in-hand with it. As deep as an ocean and as light as the foam such depths produce, he owns no shyness that I know of and lived the life of a crown prince who wilfully immersed himself in the patrols of common marchwardens during his youth, growing into an Elf widely respected not for his lineage, but trustworthy courage.

A rare gift indeed. The birds are often ceaseless in their twittering in the morn. It has been that, more often than not, they have been the wakeup call I have not asked for in the morning. [ He's smiling, though, his tone equally as light. ] I look forward to meeting him. I think that if I were to have a son I would like him to be as similar as yours.

He is easily noticeable for another reason; when among Elves of any creed, he is sure to be the shortest at five-and-ten.

Tell me; would it be permissible to laugh if I see him amongst his peers? Even if his height scratches at my own.

It would be understandable, but not encouraged. Beauty, for Elvenkind, could be narrowed down to three shallow traits, if any: a great bearing, long hair, and kind eyes. He owns two out of three in excess, so we must not tease him too mercilessly.

I will be kind with my teasing, the same I might for my own lady wife and her dear brother - he was the closest of my friends. [ He smiles softly and then - well, he cannot resist. ] If he takes for his father I am certain that his beauty is unmatched and he must be proud.

[ Surprised, a delighted laugh is pulled from him and a river of flaxen hair cascades over a silvery shoulder as Thranduil tips his head back. ]

Long has it been since such compliments touched my ears and so I stand all the readier to receive them when they do. Have a care, Netharason! You will be greatly coveted by my people if your kindness takes such a free form.

[ Renly's smile softens into warmth; he is treading his luck, he thinks, and he would do well to calm his jesting. All the same, the kindly words and friendship is more than welcome. ]

I will offer you only the truth in my compliments, that I assure you. I would never dare speak words of untruth when Gentle Ben may overhear my deceit. [ He bows his head, though, and chuckles. ] It is no more kindness than you have shown me, and I am glad to offer it to all.

[ A grin is turned aside as he rubs his eyes, glancing back with more warmth and ease to match Renly's. ]

You will monopolise my time, I am a vain old thing and charmed by beauty in turn. [ A nod and a smile, and he raises his brows, hushing his sorrow. ] Alas! I cannot languish here any longer when I ought to already find myself elsewhere. Your sweetness reminds me of the day ahead that awaits and bears none of it.

I shall call you directly if I encounter Gentle Ben. No doubt you will be eager to hear news of his exploits.

Flattery in turn, I see. [ Renly nods, though, and leans back, smile still bright. ] I would do the same, but there are matters for us both to attend to. It was a pleasure to make myself known to you, Elvenking, and I await our next encounter with unveiled excitement. [ Another raised brow and he shakes his head. ] I shall do the same, and shall pass the warning onto those that fear for their safety. Have a grand day, my friend.

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