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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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[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?

video / action. 5ever

[orcsurfing]

[ Cushion that's thrown right back into Thranduil's lap with a dull thump only moments later. Easy enough to ignore. ]

video;

[chromosomes]

[ THIS IS JOHN NOT LAUGHING

BUT HE REALLY WANTS TO ]

video;

[chromosomes]

Maybe the birds will sing it better.

[ john stop being a shit ]

Dead and burned. I've been looking to see if I can find any nests or stragglers that we may have missed.

[orcsurfing]

[ From the same direction the pillow came with the most pleased lilt of laughter: ]

Father, John speaks wisdom, will you not listen?

[ Though on a more serious note, at least he spares John the videobombing and stays on the floor and out of view, though the tone of his voice obviously addresses him instead now. ]

I would offer my help, were it strictly necessary, but as you may see I have a different duty to manage for the time being.

[firith]

Legolas, go and talk to the birds, allow me a moment relatively alone with John.

[ Sometimes you've just got to put your foot down with your child. ]

[chromosomes]

I wouldn't want to separate family.

[ Thank god John has a great deal of training in keeping his expression just the way he wants it, because he is horribly amused by all of this. ]

Of course, if you would rather I take him, sir...

[ Okay he's not doing too well at not showing how amusing this is. ]

[orcsurfing]

Should I fly and sing with them as well?

[ But... he does as told, occasionally obedient while the words say what they will! And for a brief moment he does show in the feed, all pale hair and ... well, pouty faces. Is he really one thousand years old? Pouty-smiling, because: ]

Your heart is in the right place, John Grimm.

[ And he's gone from view and gone from reach, whoops. ]

[firith]

Teach them how to draw a bow, if you must.

[ With Legolas zipping off, he turns his attention to John. ]

Your offer is kind, I will consider it intently.

[ Kids. ]

[chromosomes]

[ Reminders, one after another, of the fact that he's a good person. He doesn't always feel like it, but he's distracted by the mental image of Legolas teaching several birds how to use a bow and arrows. ]

If nothing else, you can hold it over his head when he gets to be too much.

[firith]

Legolas. [ Speaking over a shoulder instead of calling, to summon him back. ] Would you care to spend a day working alongside our grim friend?

[orcsurfing]

[ Off-screen and most deadpan: ]

The birds have taken to archery quite well, it seems I already have a task for the day.

[ You're not getting rid of him for the third time, dad. ]

[chromosomes]

[ Name puns. John almost looks pained, for a moment. ]

It was worth a shot.

[ pun for a pun ]

[firith]

[ Heheh. Shot. ]

Some day, then. For now, I shall shoulder this great burden myself and send you my thanks, John.

[orcsurfing]

[ Still off-screen: ]

I am too large to rest on your shoulders now, ada. Or do you wish me to try to make your words true?

[chromosomes]

[ Still trying not to laugh. ]

Don't mention it. Though if he tries to climb on your shoulders, I'd advise you both to stay away from the window and anything breakable.