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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:

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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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[ 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.

Flattery in abundance, should you enter my Halls, though not without sincerity.

We shall speak again soon, Netharason.

[ With a pleased smile, he inclines his head and closes his locket. ~~+1 baby deer.~~ ]

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