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17

Apr

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thrillmethrough:

"Sounds exciting." Ferdinand smiles at the young elf. He has to adjust his pose to make his way through the trees, the young elf is obviously far smaller and more agile than him.

"Come on! It’s not that far now, and it’s really…

Finally the young prince scurried out into a large clearing. He had been right when he had said that it was very pretty. It was a beautiful glade, a small lake resting in the middle, and dotted about were all manners of trees and flowers. There were bushes with berries as well, and animals too dotted across the clearing,

16

Apr

thrillmethrough:

"Sounds exciting." Ferdinand smiles at the young elf. He has to adjust his pose to make his way through the trees, the young elf is obviously far smaller and more agile than him. 

"Come on! It’s not that far now, and it’s really pretty, come on!" he encouraged as he darted through the tunnel of trees, pausing briefly and turning around to beckon him on before darting off again.

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14

Apr


Prince of the Woodland Realm

Prince of the Woodland Realm

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thrillmethrough:

legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

"Maybe," he cocked his head to the side, thinking for a moment with pursed lips before making up his mind. He grabbed the older prince’s hand, tugging him along a path. He knew the perfect place that they could go and he would be able to show the human the beauties of the forest of Mirkwood, of his home that he loved.

Ferdinand is taken by surprise, but laughingly rises from his seat and allows the elfling to pull him along to his destination of choice. “Where are we going?” 

"To a special place. It’s really pretty and it’s where my nana used to take me when I was even littler," the elfling grinned, bouncing along and continuing to drag him along until they reached a small tunnel of trees where he urged the human to follow him.

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thegoldendaughter:

Blue eyes narrowed at the Elf - Fili only had so much patience, and it was quickly beginning to wear thin now as her exhaustion began to creep up on her and her frustration over her company’s situation. She was tired of lectures, not just from the Elf prince, but from everyone - it was all she got, it seemed, especially before she had departed on the journey to reclaim Erebor from both Thorin and her mother.

She was a good heir, in the opinion of many, though like everyone Fili had her shortcomings. At times, she could be immature (she was only 82 after all and while an adult she was still young), had a short temper like her uncle, and she was often scolded for daydreaming. It was never about something frivolous like everyone seemed to assume, often thinking on a book that she had read about the history of their kind or how they would rebuild trade once they reclaimed Erebor.

It annoyed her immensely, as while the expectations of her mother and uncle were laid upon her like a mantle each day, she felt as though she was never truly allowed to reach for them in her own way. Fili adored Thorin, he was as her father after losing her own at the battle of Azanulbizar, but there were many things in how he conducted business at times that she knew she would do differently given the opportunity.
She supposed, as she regarded the Elf who had taken to staring at the stars she could not see from so far back inside of her cell, that this was an opportunity to do just that. If Thorin had been there, he would have insulted him to chase away the man, but this was the prince after all. A little friendliness could go a long way especially if it alleviated some of the animosity towards Fili and her company and could make the difference between an escape and being trapped there for Mahal only knew how long.

"I did not mean to imply that only we have suffered," she stated, a little softer in her tone though she was still staring at Legolas with a level and calm expression. "Thror’s demands did not have to be met fully, even a little aid would have been appreciated by his people - but, I tire of arguing. If you insist on standing there all evening, perhaps you might explain what this banquet is that you were forced to give up."

"It is Mereth Nuin Giliath. The Feast of Starlight," he answered softly, studying the stars. He was glad to hear that this dwarf was not quite as venomous in its speech as Thorin Oakenshield, who in his opinion, was stubborn, bitter and blinded by both desire and hatred.He did not disagree, their loss had been great, both in the desolation and in the battles that followed. His father had tried to warn them, but Thror had become too influenced by the gold sickness and would not be swayed.

"It was my mother’s favourite," he mused quietly as he continued glancing up. He remembered when he had been younger, how she had often swept him up into her arms and danced with him, her laughter filling the halls with joy and warmth. But things had changed since those days. The laughter was gone, filled instead with grim determination and and the hint of hope.

The world was filled with much darkness and despair. They had lost many to the evil which had penetrated their forest, and now few dared to wander there alone. He would go sometimes, confident in his knowledge of their routes, even when the trees did like to shift, hence why he was often in charge of a guard shift. The trees rarely talked anymore, but they would open up to the young elven prince.

03

Apr

My son (@legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen)

legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

The elfling shuffled over to the bench, climbing up beside his father. It was true, what he said, for Legolas, now that he was a bit older, was getting more involved in lessons and had also begun training on top of that, so he did not quite have as much free…

"Horrible things, Ada. Horrible creatures, dark and evil, so much so that I dare not speak of it," the young prince shuddered faintly at the memory of his nightmare. It had been so horrid and so real, the creatures, their weapons, the forest dying, his home crumbling and losing all he held dear. He did not know why he dreamt such a thing but it scared him. Seeking the reassurance, he leaned into his fathers light embrace, his eyes briefly closing as the hand cadre through his golden tresses.

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legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

thrillmethrough:

"I do not think the trees will bother to tell their tales to creatures who live half or less the time they do." Ferdinand points out as he watches the little elf right himself. "What language do they speak? Elfish?" 

"Well they speak….do you know, I don’t know…I suppose it is their own sort of language. Perhaps it has some link to elvish, or elves just naturally understand it, for as long as I listen I can understand it…but I’m not sure," he shrugged, letting go of the vine and letting himself drop down onto the ground.

Ferdinand jumps when the elfling suddenly drops down, only to sigh in relief when he lands on his feet. Darn graceful elves. “Perhaps you are just more naturally intune with them.” He suggests. “You all seem to have an affinity for plants other peoples do not have.” 

"Maybe," he cocked his head to the side, thinking for a moment with pursed lips before making up his mind. He grabbed the older prince’s hand, tugging him along a path. He knew the perfect place that they could go and he would be able to show the human the beauties of the forest of Mirkwood, of his home that he loved.

02

Apr

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legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

thrillmethrough:

"Well I suppose humans do not take the time to listen to the trees. Our lives are much shorter than elves, so we tend to focus more on the here and now instead of the natural world around us." He tugs playfully on the elfling’s long blonde hair. "You really are a little monkey." 

"You should still pay attention to the trees. They’re good friends, if only you take a moment to listen," he smiled, before giggling as his hair was lightly tugged. Gripping the vine with his feet and legs tightly, he pulled himself up so he was the right way around, still hanging there with complete ease and contentment.

"I do not think the trees will bother to tell their tales to creatures who live half or less the time they do." Ferdinand points out as he watches the little elf right himself. "What language do they speak? Elfish?" 

"Well they speak….do you know, I don’t know…I suppose it is their own sort of language. Perhaps it has some link to elvish, or elves just naturally understand it, for as long as I listen I can understand it…but I’m not sure," he shrugged, letting go of the vine and letting himself drop down onto the ground.

30

Mar

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legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

"That is because you do not know how to talk to them, nor do you listen to them," the tree seemed to creak and a branch lowered slightly, allowing the elfling to hang down from a vine in front of the human prince, upside down none the less but seemingly content and a wide grin in his face, showing no signs of falling or trouble.

"Well I suppose humans do not take the time to listen to the trees. Our lives are much shorter than elves, so we tend to focus more on the here and now instead of the natural world around us." He tugs playfully on the elfling’s long blonde hair. "You really are a little monkey." 

"You should still pay attention to the trees. They’re good friends, if only you take a moment to listen," he smiled, before giggling as his hair was lightly tugged. Gripping the vine with his feet and legs tightly, he pulled himself up so he was the right way around, still hanging there with complete ease and contentment.

25

Mar

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legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

Legolas listened quietly to his father’s conversation with the lady of the household, briefly wondering where Lord Elrond was. He had been under the impression that one of the reasons they had came was because his father wished to speak with him. Yet he could…

"Yes please. I am afraid I do not know the way," the young son of Thranduil seemed genuinely apologetic for such a thing despite the fact that he had not before set foot in Imladris, for it had been thought safer during his youth for him to remain in his home instead of attempting to make the perilous journey across the Misty Mountains.

Now, however, while he was still young, he was matured. His warrior training was almost complete, and while yet untested in battle, he had shown great promise and skill, and many sessions had been undertaken with Thranduil himself in order to pass on the fighting knowledge in the family, from father to son. It was a shame that the times called for it but little could be done.

In looks, he was very much his father, the same pale hair and bright blue eyes, angular features and lean frame. In temperament however, at least for the moment, he was his mother, quiet and patient, and well mannered, ready to listen and help. However, who was to know? Perhaps under his calmness, he had his father’s temper.