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Oct

Thy Heart Shall Then Rest In The a Forest No More (alowlysilvanelf)

alowlysilvanelf:

"I believe we will all miss it…" Tauriel answered softly, placing a gentle hand on Legolas’ arm. "But at least we will still have each other," she added, giving him a small smile. She nodded slowly as she listened to him speak of his father. It was only natural that he would miss him. "I miss him already as well," she admitted, glancing occasionally back towards the children to be sure they were alright. 

Lifting her hand and bringing it to rest on her husband’s cheek, Tauriel rose up onto her toes to press a gentle kiss to his lips, hoping to offer him some sort of comfort. “One day he will join us,” she said quietly, not sure whether she was trying to convince herself or him. Perhaps both of them, she supposed. “We will see him again.”

"We will always have each other and for that I am grateful," he said softly, placing his hand on top of hers and giving it a gentle squeeze despite the sad smile on his face. No doubt he would his father a great deal and he would always yearn for him to come and join them in Valinor where they could live a peaceful life together and be a family once more.

"I pray that you are right. But I also know that he will not abandon our people. He will be the last to leave, and I fear for what his wellbeing may be in that case," he mused, returning the light kiss and nodding slowly.

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

elvenkingx:

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                   “Okay, if you’re sure. Because Mr Bear may be homesick.” Thranduil bought the tickets for them, falling in line outside of the 3D theater ride. He didn’t press it further, but instead patted the stuffed toy in his son’s hands. The line moved fast, and when it was their turn, he managed to find seats near the front. The screen was large, and he could see that the seats could move, powered by small hydraulics on the bottom.

Legolas held the stuffed bear tightly in his arms, careful to not let go of either it or his father’s hand.  When it came to their turn to get into the ride, he was delighted to be near the front, scrambling up onto it and hugging the bear close, nestling into his father’s side and waiting for the ride to begin, eyes bright with excitement.

elvenkingx:

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                   The owner behind the voice was soon revealed to be Gimli, and Thranduil stopped, watching him curiously. The song he was singing seemed to be similar to the ones sung in the halls of Erebor, and as far as he knew, Gloin had been one of the dwarves to pass through his woodland halls as part of Thorin Oakenshield’s company.

"A happy song for happier times," he commented, finally moving into the light. "A tune I believe I’ve heard before, though its title escapes me."

This was the first time he’d been alone with a dwarf since his conversation with the last of Durin’s line, and he wondered if the tension of that previous meeting would transcend into this one.

"I cannot say I remember the title either, only the tune and lyrics which have been passed down throughout many of my kin. My father would often sing it to my mother and myself when I was a lad. Kept spirits up," Gimli spoke in his usual gruff tone, turning his head to study the Elven King with curiosity in his eyes. He was perhaps a little uneasy still, but he had been given no cause to fear.

He supposed that there had been no dwarves here since his father’s time. There would have been little reason for them to be there after all, but now here he was. A little out of place but there nonetheless.

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

elvenkingx:

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                    “Well done.”

He felt that he should at least tell his son every once in a while that he did something well, if only to keep himself from thinking he wasn’t good enough. Whether it was working or not, he really didn’t know, but he did it anyway. There was no time for sentimentality in their line of work, and the hesitancy his son had shown bothered him. Would he be able to kill the girl when the time was right? Or would he freeze and refuse to harm her? He supposed he would find out soon enough.

With their handler’s text, he gestured towards the door with a tilt of his head. They were to travel to Malta and board the cruise ship where the girl would be, posing as brothers. It was on the flight to Malta that he spoke again, lowering the guide to safety measures while on the airplane.

"What do you think about this assignment? What do you really think about it? Whatever you say won’t reach our handler, I promise. I just…I need to know what’s on your mind.”

He relished in the praise when it was given, especially seeing as how scarcely he ever received it. It was nice to have once in a while and he always tucked away the little moments in the back of his mind for a time when perhaps he would need to look back on them for some form of comfort perhaps. Not that he ever told his father this.

The journey onward was silent and it wasn’t until they were on the plane that the silence was broken by his father. Legolas looked up, tilting his head from where he was flicking through the catalogue of food and gifts possible to buy.

"I don’t really know what to think of it…how to react…she’s not that much younger than me and I guess it just sort of hit that it could have easily been the other way round…"

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

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10

Aug

Thy Heart Shall Then Rest In The a Forest No More (alowlysilvanelf)

alowlysilvanelf:

Tauriel looked up at him as he spoke, a soft smile slowly making its way across her features as she imagined what was in store for them, what their new home would be like. “Whatever it is like, I am certain we will all be very happy there,” she murmured. After all, was that not what mattered?

A hint of amusement made its way into her expression as she glanced towards the children once more, noting that they seemed to be rather enjoying themselves, finding the ship to be much more interesting than she found it. “I believe they may be rather disappointed when the journey is over,” she commented with a small smile, nodding her head in the direction of the three children. Glancing back up at Legolas, a look akin to concern crossed her features. “Do you think they will miss their home?” she asked, wondering how they would adjust to having a new one.

"I am sure it will be," he said softly, managing a smile back in her direction. He had to admit, he was eager to get to their new home. It was meant to be a paradise from what he heard, and not only that, but he would hopefully be reunited with his mother again, or at least he could only hope that that would be the case.

"Undoubtedly. It is only to be expected, especially as they all have such good memories. I admit, I will miss it too. It seems strange to think that we will never see the woods of our home again. And I already miss my father…I…I wish that he would have come with us. Only a small number remain in Eryn Lasgalen, but he will no doubt remain until the last is gone…I fear that he may never cross…"

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

thrillmethrough:

"The pleasure was only mine. I hope that our ties last for many generations to come, from my side at least." He smiles and bows in turn. "Your highness. A pleasant evening to you." 

"And to you too. Good luck on the road, and may you return home safely," Thranduil nodded in agreement, returning the bow and just about managing to keep a hold on his son who was now waving rapidly, watching with big blue eyes.

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

thranduils-undying-star said: My dear brother, how long has it been since last we met?

thranduils-undying-star:

legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

Legolas glanced upwards, pale blonde hair falling across his shoulders like a shimmering curtain, unbound as of the moment by any braids. He had not been expecting the voice, nor the bearer of it, and his eyes widened slightly.

"It has been a long time indeed, sister of mine."

She went to her brother, and gently held him as she wrapped her arms around him. She softly brushed her hand against his flaxen hair; she was worried about her young sibling. “Oh Legolas, don’t be afraid. I wish you weren’t so afraid. It will be alright, little brother. I’m here for you.” 

"Thank you," he murmured softly, leaning into the gentle touch, the soft hand that ran through his golden braids, brushing them away from his face in a soothing motion. Everything was going to be alright, he told himself, and he was comforted by her presence.

elvenkingx:

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                    It was a relief to have his son home again, and Thranduil had risen an hour earlier than his usual, daring to check on his sleeping son before going to the library. Checking on the many tomes that the recordkeepers had made was now one of his regular activities, and he had tasked one to write down the journey of the Fellowship across Middle Earth. It was worth the many pages that they would no doubt spend on the task, as it was not only a history of the Elves, but of the Men, Dwarves, and Hobbits as well. 

They had barely started when he heard the whistling, which he recognized as the tune of the dwarves from the Iron Hills. Curious, he stood and went out of the library, trying to see who was making the noise.

[ legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen ]

In truth, Legolas had been absolutely exhausted and so he had easily dropped off to sleep, not even stirring when his father had wandered in to check on him. He deserved the chance to sleep late, to rest and recover after the long ordeal that had been the quest. It had not been easy for any of them, and he was relieved to simply be home and to have not lost anyone else along the way.

Gimli however, hardy as ever, had risen early and was in a rather cheery mood. He was safe, and (as far as he knew) no one was going to try and kill him anytime soon. His friend was safe and sound and home, and he was happy for him, and so he couldn’t help but hum the upbeat tune that he had learnt from a cousin.

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

elvenkingx:

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                   His son’s apartment was small and cozy, basically a place where he could live and make a quick escape in case of an emergency. Sitting on a squashy-looking armchair, he laid a copy of the case files in case his son needed to go through them again. 

"We’re leaving in an hour," he finally said, just to fill in the silence. He couldn’t really compare what relationship he had with his son with his own relationship with his father, because he hadn’t really known the man. But he had seen enough interactions to know that theirs was very…dysfunctional. 

"You’re packed and ready to go, I’m sure."

[ legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen ]

He liked his apartment. It was cosy enough for him, a nice place to live and he was comfortable in it. It also had multiple means of escape and he knew every way inside out and back to front. Others might prefer something more sparse but he was quite happy with where he lived and it was a nice retreat after their work.

"Yeah, bags are under the table," he nodded, kicking at the bags that were lying underneath the coffee table. He had packed them the night before, ready to go and figuring that his father would be around soon enough. He and his father had an unusual relationship, but it was the only one that he had ever known.

(Source: legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)