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( seelie + unseelie ) video. airy fairy nonsense.

private to Thranduil;
[ 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?

private to Celegorm;
[ 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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[ 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.

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.]

[ 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?

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?

.. 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. ]

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.]

[...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.

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.

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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 ]

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?

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?

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

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.]

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.

[ 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. ]

[ 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!

[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.

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