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[firith]

[ Thranduil has been recovering from the multiple wounds suffered from almost getting devoured by a particularly large worm. Now the attacks have tapered off to nothing and the castle is being rebuilt, the Elvenking is healing a lot faster. He sits before a tall open window in his quarters, long hair brushed over warm, thick silver robes. Perhaps a little paler than usual, but otherwise one wouldn't think he had been treated like a dog-toy by a monster.

He does not lock the broadcast to Seelie, inviting their enemies to speak simply by omitting a decline. ]

I hope that all those who fought the worms are similarly on the mend. I should like to request a moment of your time, Khaleesi, on an unrelated matter, and to ask —

Nan ear adh in elin! Anthedh vîr mi 'uren.

[ A younger voice bursts unexpectedly over the locket from near the window. Thranduil glances aside without turning his head, brows raised; the infiltrator is shortly revealed to be none other than his son, Legolas, chatting to birds on the window-sill as they give him little gifts of fruits in their beaks. #elves tho Though the language devolves into native Sindarin, the tone set by the conversation is one of a universal 'son, please, not now'. ]

No dhínen, Legolas.

[ Legolas only laughs, unafraid by the rebuff. ] Tolo, govano ven!!

Ú-iston. [ Easing back in his winged armchair, Thranduil rests fingertips by a temple, speaking askance to the figure. ] O van oduleg? N'uir thiad gîn 'ell ...

Iston! [ —exclaims Legolas, throwing his head back with laughter at his father's dry would-be sarcasm. ]

Gi nathlam hi, tolo enni. [ — sighs Thranduil, holding out his free hand to beckon his son over. (And Legolas does a fine job of crawling right up onto the arm-rest, slouching into Thranduil's personal space as only a fearless child can do, gaining a glance from the Elvenking). Continuing, Thranduil looks to the locket. ] As I was saying —

[ The wounded noise Legolas makes, straightening in his seat to complain as he notices he is being videoed, is enough to get a sharp look from Thranduil in exasperation. ]

Man cerir hí? Ai, nínion!!

[ Thranduil retains his pokerface of a cool, elevated brow as his son slides out of view as though shot through the heart. ]

What are you eating that is making you so dramatic, I wonder. [ Clearly nothing else is going to get done today while his son is intent on hovering around like a bothersome nursemaid as Thranduil heals, so the locket is smartly snapped shut on the tail-end of the Elvenking's mutter. ] I am not going to pick up a thousand-year-old Elf — one of the Nine Walkers and Prince of the Woodland Realm — off the floor, Legolas ...



( OOC: Hover your cursor over the Elvish if you want to read it! A couple of people wanted to hear Sindarin being spoken on behalf of their characters' interest in it, so we collaborated on a light-hearted post. c; Responses will come mainly from Thranduil with Legolas threadjacking here and there, over his shoulder, from the same locket. )

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[brainiest]

So this is your son.

[ Hermione smiles, expression soft; she's tired, really, but she seems rather chipper, probably more influenced by the cat purring over the locket than her mood. ]

And your language is really very beautiful, Thranduil. How're you feeling?

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[firith]

This is my son.

[ — said heavily as he eyeballs him tbh. Legolas is lucky he's a sweet summer child!! ]

I am well, Hermione. Better when it was peaceful, but I seem to have attracted a host of chattering birds on my window-sill who are loathe to leave.

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[excessivehubris]

[Charles just happened to have his locket keyed open for another purpose, when he caught this little gem of familial bliss.

Despite circumstances being less than ideal, he paused long enough to enjoy the entire display, soft laughter escaping him and lighting tired eyes with a hint of merriment. Triggering the locket to send, his voice was low but amused as he observed.]

I am pleased to see you are feeling better, Majesty.

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[firith]

Charles. [ Their friendship is something he gladly relishes the enduring nature of, new though it is. ] Much better, you've my thanks. Is the forest treating you well?

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[orcsurfing]

[ Whatever exasperation follows, it really is something Thranduil brought upon himself, because Legolas had all the intentions of getting up all on his own, continuing with less dramatics but some pouting that he has not been warned that his father was using the locket to communicate. But now that the idea has been put in his head, now that the threat came, Legolas can't quite help himself but exaggerate it all further.

He stays on the floor, clutching at his chest right over the heart as if truly wounded. As if Thranduil's words were salt to the injury, burning and hurting all the more. ]

How can I return to my feet when I have been wounded so gravely, ada? [ His free hand shots up to reach towards Thranduil's own arm, but it is too far, too out of his reach and Legolas can only paw at the air. ] Will you truly leave me to the birds?

[ Which were now looking curiously at the scene playing out in the King's chambers, cocking their heads this way and that while hopping by the edge of the sill. ]

[firith]

Before they viciously peck out your eyes, I pray they will stuff your mouth shut with the mess they are so eager to litter my room with.

[ So, so droll.]

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[chromosomes]

[ Just the faintest hint of a smile. ]

Sir. I take it you're feeling better?

[ He had thought about coming to visit, but it seemed like there was always one more thing to do, one more mess to help clean up -- and he had wanted to make sure that the worms were truly gone from the castle. ]

Though maybe with a bit of a growing headache.

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[firith]

A very large, loud headache indeed, but I am well.

[ His son is still laid out on the floor and maybe Thranduil is dropping a cushion off his armchair in the direction of Legolas's face, we'll never know. Maybe. He does it so casually. ]

What news of the worms?

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[aiwendil]

[Hopefully a good place for this but Radagast sent a bird messenger to Thranduil which most likely arrived a day ago to say he had met Charles, the forest is lovely, no orcs yet, trees very friendly, and he hopes Thranduil is recovering because no dying.]

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[firith]

[ Oh, what a lovely little message. He gleans everything from the tiny messenger and sends him back (after resting him up and letting the bird feed) with news of the castle being repaired and that he is definitely not dying but perhaps Legolas could travel with Radagast in the future too. ]

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[steeledskin]

[ she listens with a wonderment she supposes she should not show -- but then when she addresses the locket in force, she requests that it be restricted only to her own device and to thranduil's: just as he taught her. she has no great secret to impart; it's only that she appreciates the discretion. ]

Prince Legolas! [ it will take some time before she dares to abandon any titles. though at least she smiles when she chides him, albeit smallishly. ] You ought to let your Lord Father rest easy.

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[firith]

[ Thranduil glances over a shoulder. ]

Wise advice, Legolas. Will you not take heed of it?

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[hexuality]

[ Ginny popped open her locket to say... something to Thranduil, maybe introduce herself, but clearly she's been distracted as everyone else has—and is biting down on her lip to curb a smile and failing miserably. ]

I've no idea what you were talking about, but I think I can guess.

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[firith]

Now that he has sufficiently disrupted the original message, please, feel free.

[ Mildly amused. ]

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[somethingprecious]

[One day in the future Bilbo will be able to understand their language, but for now he is unaware of what the king and prince may be saying. Even without a translation the scene lightens his heart some and Bilbo can't help but smile at Legolas' antics with his father. And maybe silently chuckle, oops.]

I'm glad to see you are both doing well!

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[firith]

[ Bilbo, send help. ]

And you, my friend. How have you fared?

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[rues]

[ ........ yeah, clarisse has no idea what like 90% of that conversation was about. so, like any polite young lady, she's going to point this fact out. very bluntly. ]

Mind repeating the rest of that in English? Or, fuck, I don't care, Ancient Greek works, too. I know that's not what that was or I'd be able to understand it.

[ since... her brain is kind of hardwired for it, thanks dad. she didn't choose the demigod life the demigod life chose her!! ]

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[firith]

It is of no consequence. I apologise for the ... interruption.

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[beleg]

I am pleased to see you are recovering well, my lord. Indeed, who would not heal with such pleasant company at your side?

[Beleg might either mean the birds or Legolas here. Or it could be both. There is just the hint of laughter in his eyes.]

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[firith]

[ Beleg, don't think he doesn't know you're throwing shade. Sassy FA elves errywhere. ]

Indeed. I did intend to beg an afternoon of your time, my friend, in instructing my son in bowmanship. Legolas is an accomplished archer, yet your insight would be priceless.

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[vazyol]

[ When she replies, Dany sits in her spacious room, the tell-tale sounds of children in the background. A laugh bubbles out before she can contain it (more girl than queen), not mocking but fond. It is a relief to hear such lighthearted chatter, particularly after the loss of her bear. ]

My time is yours, Elvenking.

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[firith]

I have some news for you, Khaleesi, concerning the history of the dragons that once roamed this land. Would you care to discuss this matter in person?

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[pontificus]

[She laughs good naturedly at the two of them, not understanding a word of that.]

He must be your son. I see much of you in him, Thranduil.

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[firith]

He is, there is much of himself inside of him, too.

[ Hot air, just sayin'. Fondly. ]

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[walkingarsenal]

[Prince of the Woodland Realm... That explains the resemblance, and perhaps the entire exchange, though who would have thought that elves could be so... warm? Affectionate? To see that, he doesn't need to understand a word of what was said between the pair.

They're father and son. On his final trips made to the temporary infirmary during the worm attacks, Fili caught glimpses of the injured Elvenking, the healers tending to him. It must be only recently that he is awake, and Fili can all too easily put himself in the shoes of someone waiting for a loved one to recover and imagine things that thankfully didn't happen.

Given the encounters upon his arrival, he feels as though he should say something after witnessing this scene.]

You seem quicker to heal than most.

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[firith]

[ Ah, Fili. Perhaps as a lasting favour to Thorin, Thranduil feels the need to make time for the young dwarf, especially given their history ... of sorts. ]

What does not immediately kill an Elf is not likely to be their undoing.

[ So chop off their head or something. ]