( seelie + unseelie ) video. airy fairy nonsense.

[orcsurfing]

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[ To him it was the strangest thing to awaken at Caer Glaem, yet it's unlikely to be a surprise to Thranduil himself to see Legolas's own room at the stronghold behind him. He's found out how much time has passed, he knows too that Thranduil is not present at Caer Glaem at current time and the why. It was merely a little over ten days, yet so much has happened already. For what it's worth, though, he looks well. ]

You are returned to me and then it is I who is taken by darkness for so long a while. [ No blame, no bitterness, merely smiling at the irony of it all. ] Where should I ride out to meet you?

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[ With his conversation with Thranduil done, there is one more person that he absolutely needs to speak to privately. There's only the most vague trace of nervousness in his voice and face both, something akin to uncertainty how to go about this message. Yet his nature shines through all the same, a small smile rests on his features, and concern colour his voice as well. ]

Tell me, have your hunts taken you far from Greenwood the Great?

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[ It is the lush room appointed to a prince that's visible behind him and Legolas looks far more bright, lighter and more at ease than he had the last time he addressed his fellow shardholders. His hair is unbound and so very long now, longer than it has ever been in all his life in truth. And this is already after he had cut off a fair amount. The mass of it spills down his shoulders, smooth and akin to threads of pale gold more so than hair. It gleams in the pale autumn light that filters into the room through the window. His face too, fair as is the way of the elves, delicate almost, is alight from the small smile that has always been the most default expression to him.

Legolas looks a carbon copy of his father, indeed, but far more delicate and gentle in appearance and manner. ]

There is much that I have missed, though I have awoken to joyful news that the moon has been returned and so all is right in the world once more. The scent of autumn is so strong on the air already and a mere glance beyond the windows of my room tells me it is for a good reason. [ He glances briefly outside that window then, a sense of longing to be travelling again, to be among the trees, slipping through. ] The green is nearly all gone, replaced by garb more fitting to the season where all land readies to take its rest.

Barely have I returned to Caer Glaem and yet this sight makes me wish to set out once more... To sit in the strongholds of rock and stone, it is dull and my nature is to wander and glimpse all that the world, this or any other, has to offer.

[ And he does not feel particularly at ease here, not anymore. Yet that's something he keeps closely guarded, but from a few. ]

Yet it is not all that I wished to speak to you, fellow shardbearers. I have thought a while on this, and my forced rest has delayed me further, but I must ask! A riddle? A question? Has any the answer as to how to harness the power that simmers just beneath the surface of the shards we carry?

I thank you for your time taken to listen.

[ He bows his head slightly in a gesture of thanks, but then a realisation dawns on him, causing him to jerk his head up once more- ]

Ah, but there is one more matter I have offered to look into for a couple of dear friends of mine. The dryads of Greenwood the Great they have all but vanished... a reason for a great concern of their sisters who have chosen to travel with me.

( ooc; alternatively an open log! )

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[impeaches]

[ Renly looks into the camera and bites back a smile; this must be Thranduil's son and he cannot resist the playful urge to make good on the permissions he has been given. ]

Legolas. Shush.

[orcsurfing]

[ ... ah... truly, not many have ever succeeded in rendering Legolas entirely speechless and entirely confused. Lips parted, eyebrows both arched for a long moment there is not a single sound to come from him. For a stranger to know his name it's no surprise, no, but for a stranger to simply shush him, with no preface or greeting first...

Eventually though the good humour wins out as far as reactions go, there's no anger or malice in the tone of the stranger whatsoever, or none that Legolas can read, and so he simply laughs. The peal of it bright and cheerful. ]

Ah, have I been too wordy?

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[firith]

[ !! A barking laugh, and then he turns off his own locket. ]

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[bullhorned]

Lord Reynard taught me how to do that. It ain't easy, though. At least not at first.

[He'd be concerned about passing it on, but he knows Lancelot hasn't been shy about giving lessons, nor has Jon.]

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[orcsurfing]

[ Reynard... that's not exactly a name he had expected to hear in a positive light, though he never had dealings with the man, but he'll take it. ]

Nothing is easy when you are a novice to something otherwise unknown to you, I have always found. [ Archery, battle, even elves had to train and practise and put effort into achieving anything, after all. ] I am willing to put forth the necessary effort.

[ He bows his head in a thank you. ]

Is it knowledge you are willing to share?

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[firith]

[ His relief is enormous in seeing Legolas returned to health. In truth, Legolas looks like he's been revived with twice the beauty and vigour as before, and that is a queer thing but not unwelcome; Caer Glaem's effect is not one Thranduil trusts, but it is something he cannot begrudge in this instance. That is how they ensnare you. ]

Stay where you are, I will bring the company back. They required a meal, having not eaten since you were awake, and will be ready to move through the rings soon.

[ Thranduil stands in a quiet(er) corridor of a dark pub, the raucous chatter of mortals and relaxing Elves stuffed away behind the door at his back, lit by merry firelight. At his back is a rainy window. His attention rests solely on his son. ]

How do you feel, Lasdithen?

[orcsurfing]

[ Legolas had no more tears to shed upon being reunited properly with so many friends long dead, as far as he recalled, no longer did he allow himself to wallow in grief at their presence, but instead it filled him with joy. The same joy that now softened his features, and kept the smile ever present. ]

As you wish.

[ He nods his head in acceptance. The following question though, Thranduil - if no one else - gets all truth, with all its shadowy corners revealed. ]

To be forced into darkness of slumber so unlike the rest we require, I have awoken... distraught and lost, yet surrounded by friends. Their presence soothed worries and chased away the shadows of the past days. [ Unwilling to concern Thranduil too much, though, Legolas adds lightly with good humour. ] I may have ah, asked one too many questions in my distress.

[ And possibly drove some to frustration. ]

I am well, ada, merely restless now after so long a time unmoving. Perhaps though, as I wait I should make use of the training grounds to be rid of that and to meet you as patient as ever.

[ Ha ha ha. ]

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[sculptor_of_aman]

Laiqualassë, it is good to see you awake once more. You gave us quite the stir over your well-being.

Is there anything you would ask of me or my children at this time?

( NOT HERE ) i couldn't resist him overhearing

[firith]

[ Did the Laegrim-derived version for his son's name just get Quenya'd. It did. Excuse you, madam, that is the opposite of what he was going for in honouring the Silvan ancestral Nandor.

Cheeky freaking Noldo, as per usual. ]

[orcsurfing]

My apologies, Lady Nerdanel, it was never a desire of mine to be a cause of concern. Even in play!

For the moment all I can ask for is that you stay put, as I gather my bearing. Days have slipped past my fingers like water...

[ And he's not quite happy with that, nope. ]

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[silmarils]

.. Your dreams must have been busy. [ despite the words, his tone is as even as ever. ]

I would caution you in use of the shards. [ he doesn't have to say it, he thinks, given who he is-- there's often a price attached to such items. ]

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[orcsurfing]

[ They were dark, he could say, or they were darkness. Yet those aren't exactly things he wants to give much thought to anymore, too alike that darkness was to something else that still was fresh in his memory. And so he speaks with lightness and ease: ]

Yet not as busy as all about me! A change in seasons, a missing moon, and yet the Sun merely made Her journey eleven times.

[ The mention of gems, though, does give him a pause. ]

You may rest easy knowing my curiosity is merely to the one hid within my own breast, and for no other reason but to not let it go to a waste. Your warning, however, I will always keep close and in my mind.

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[gordianknots]

Do you have names of the missing dryads?

[Waver's well aware of the one Reynard blackmailed him into helping with, and that she's in far better and safer hands now. Trapped still, true, but this might be another route towards working on getting her out.]

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[orcsurfing]

Not at this time as I am away from my companions, however they could have not strayed very far.
The beasts and birds have spoken of a conclave, but what sort? None of mine knew.

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[enjoymyatelier]

[...THOSE SURE ARE SOME WORDS... but in any case, Kayneth may as well strike up a conversation!]

Well, I can't really blame you for wanting to travel and see the sights --- it's really beautiful out there. Somehow, the colors are even more vibrant than I've ever seen back home, and I've seen some beautiful autumns in my time.

In any case, though, in regards to your question... I believe you should have some luck at the training grounds if you do decide to spend some time at Caer Glaem.

[orcsurfing]

[ It's an elf thing- or perhaps just a Legolas thing, being on the wordy side of everything, always. Even a yes or no question would get quite the answer!

Anyhow, having someone who understands!! And so easily indulges in this conversation, well, it pleases him greatly and it's blatantly visible in the easy smile. ]

It is indeed, aye, should you travel beyond Greenwood the Great, you will find beauty in the looming mountains, in rivers both swift and languid, in winding paths and windy plains. All the sights of immense beauty, [ though it saddens him to add, it does bear mentioning as well, ] yet all requiring caution. Shadows lurk, of war and battles of old and new, yet the lands prevail as they may.

[ It's a warning too, of a friendly sort. Exercise caution, should you travel, friendly stranger! Legolas bows his head. ]

My thanks for the suggestion, I should do that next. So many days of bedrest have left me restless instead.

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[rangerandking]

I have many questions, Legolas. {His expression is a mixture of relief and confusion. The nature of the Drabworld isn't something he can grasp as of yet.} I fear if I do not see you in person soon, I will begin to believe you are a mere phantom contrived by my imagination.

[orcsurfing]

[ A peal of laughter is all Aragorn gets in response to start with. Ah, but now they are both in Caer Glaem like Legolas had planned initially. He had but taken care of washing himself and eating some, beyond those he had randomly ran into, visiting all others came next. And practise on the training grounds. ]

Such terrible doubts haunt you, my friend! I must do all in my power to quash them. I am in my rooms for a time, then I will head to the training grounds. Where would you wish to meet?

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[chromosomes]

Lancelot can teach you how to use your shard -- he's been teaching other people, myself included.

[ A pause. ]

Can you translate something for me? "Aransadorien".

[ fuck u & your not telling him thrandy ]

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[orcsurfing]

[ Legolas nods his head in acknowledgement. Jon Snow and Lancelot, and John himself has began learning. ]

Has it been as difficult for you as I have been told it to be?

[ However the latter part has Legolas raising his eyebrows. So easily Legolas can tell that Thranduil intentionally did not tell John the meaning. Why, he doesn't know, and he doesn't try to guess, but he is not about to step in between all of it. His grin grows just a little sharper, his eyes twinkle. ]

It is a fine name, John Grimm. Fitting, I would think as well! And it means bear's cub. [ He chuckles. ] Next time you see my father, as I am made to understand he refused to translate it, tell him this: [ And next he speaks it's in clear elvish, slowly and with care to make it easy to memorise: ] I will become one with the name of bear cub and wear it proudly. To proudly announce you know its meaning and tell him his plan has been foiled!

[thebreakingwave]

Er, hullo. I haven't learned to use my shard like that just yet, but I'm hoping to. If you find anyone willing to teach, please let me know?

[orcsurfing]

I am told it requires great effort to learn it, so difficult a matter it is. Should I find worthy teachers, I will inquire if they would be willing to take more students.

Who should I direct them to if they agree?

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[stillhope]

Legolas.

[Have a familiar face that has been quite worried about you. She's settled in a seat on the porch of the station having passed the time reading and observing when not with her mother.]

I am glad to see you have awoken from your slumber. How do you feel?

[orcsurfing]

[ Why did nobody tell him Arwen has arrived as well? He has grieved Gimli, he has grieved Aragorn, and now the Evenstar... like so many things has come to be in Drabwurld, it is equal parts grief and joy to see her. An old friend long dead, as far as his memory goes, alive once more and as bright as he had always remembered her.

The long moment of silence is very telling, the way his eyes grow wide first then close, it all betrays the turmoil of emotions (so easy to read he ever is, visceral, free with all feelings), but the smile that follows, that stretches broad and brilliant ought to dissipate all doubts about what won in the whirlwind of it all. ]

Arwen! I have spent days submerged in darkness of enchanted rest, but all these shadows have now been chased away with your presence.

[ He laughs. ]

I am well, indeed! I am told many have guarded my rest, but tell me now: has Drabwurld been treating you well so far?

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[aliased]

Not all strongholds are boring. [ you just have to know where to look.]

[orcsurfing]

[ His eyes light up, his eyebrows arch high. ]

Oh? Do you have secrets to share?

[ That make Caer Glaem more fascinating! ]

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[trisscuits]

You were forced to rest? By who?

[He spoke a lot in his message that had come through on the locket, and yet that one thing stood out the most.]

[orcsurfing]

[ Any subject for conversation is a good subject, as far as Legolas is concerned! Even if the memories of it are not exactly the most pleasant. ]

I have yet to find out, but the name for it is the enchanted sleep. A dreamless sleep that may change you, yet... it may not, as it has not changed me.

Who is the one to put said enchantment... perhaps it is the Allaidh Darach itself, or perhaps it is the monarchs.

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[showmeyourwreath]

Legolas! It is good to see you, again. Your hair's gotten longer! looks as lovely as always.

[/priorities

Oh goodness, where to even start with this. She has to agree with him, it's good to have some place to return to of a kind, but she's made to go out in the world. She wants to ask where he's been, what he's seen, but he has his questions, and she'd find it discourteous not to answer them when they would be easy to.]

Sir Lancelot can teach you how to use your shard! [And it is for this that she's privated the video, because that sounds incredibly handy, she's not sure it'd be a good idea for it to be public, or not.

But then her mouth turns downward in a concerned frown.]

But...that is very concerning about the dryads. Something seems to be happening, I don't know if it's connected but one of the sylphs is missing, too.

[orcsurfing]

[ He offers Flora a great smile, broad and bright and an incline of his head. ]

Most kind of you, my friend. [ And then he tips his head back, combing fingers through the pale golden locks. A great pride he takes now in his hair, perhaps as a means of... making up for the shame of the past many months. ] It has been... a gift, this, one that did not go as planned by the giver. It has grown as long as I am tall, at the beginning.

[ The memories will always make him chuckle, and the way Fili felt guilty at first. ]

Aye, and so I heard of him and of Jon Snow. I will contact them both, two teachers will always be more efficient than one. My thanks!

[ And similarly to her, though, the conversation soon turns a little more serious. ]

The birds and beasts whisper of a meeting, a conclave that they have all gone to... but of what sort? I do not know more than this.

Have they gone to take matters into their own hands for their missing sister?

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[rues]

[ it's been a while since they last spoke, and it's with a less serious expression that she greets legolas now. clarisse isn't much for small talk, so she doesn't bother with "how have you been" or anything as mundane as that. it isn't that she doesn't care, she just finds that kind of conversation incredibly pointless. ]

Your hair certainly has been busy. [ which is funny, considering his is longer than it had been before and hers is now very short. but hair isn't really what she wants to talk about. with a cock of her eyebrow: ] But what are you planning to do once you learn to use your shard's power? [ truthfully, she didn't even realize one could harness a shard's power without removing it, but she'll pretend she did. ]

[orcsurfing]

[ That first remark certainly earns her a chuckle! Legolas does quite appreciate this approach, fielding questions of his well-being time and again does get taxing! Sometimes it's simply enjoyable to get right into the matters. ]

One night days past, it has grown as long as I am tall! [ Obviously he had to cut it ... so it's a little more manageable! And safer for travel. ] Perhaps its exhaustion has caught up with me at last, and forced me into such deep slumber. Your own, in turn, you have sheared off by... a lot. [ It's... quite the surprising sight! ] Is it some sort of a tradition?

[ Ever curious! And to her curiosity he answers truthfully. ]

I will use it same as I use all my other skills, to hunt and to protect. 'tis a waste, when it is right within reach, and capable of great good when wielded well and by good hands. And... I have a great many to protect now too.

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[avisionofwar]

[ Celegorm may only see what's addressed to him; and jerks his locket towards his face in near a panic. ]

Legol-- my lord!

[ His hair has been kept neatly short-shorn, his bangs swept back from his face. ]

I.. are you well? Unharmed? I fly to you even now!

[orcsurfing]

[ It's somewhat easier to speak over the lockets, and he's glad that nothing has gone terribly in his... absence, of a sort. To hear from Celegorm and like this, it's a relief and Legolas relaxes, only now realising just how tense he was to start with. ]

I am well, you need not worry. A deep slumber has taken me, and now I have been returned to the light- and to the stronghold of Caer Glaem.

[ He pauses, his gaze fixed carefully and he picks his words with just as much care. ]

I would like to speak with you, here, should you feel it safe. Disguise yourself well, and say I have sent for you should any question... [ Another pause, a sad smile with a look where he cannot quite meet Celegorm's eyes. ] You are one of mine, if 'tis a title you wish to claim, and so you will be safe.

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[walkingarsenal]

[Fíli's locket shows him a welcome sight today, and his relief is clear when he responds.]

You've awoken-- [Which Legolas is of course already aware of. The elf prince looks well.

It was not a terribly long time spent asleep after all, but Fíli had to choose between visiting his friend and staying at his brother's side, and he thinks again of Legolas's request.]

You slept for quite a while... No doubt you've heard.