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19

Jul

elvenkingx:

"Which would be my exact intention," he murmured. "Pray to the Valar he does not wake with a headache." Thranduil fell silent afterwards, his eyes on his goblet. He’d stopped the other Elves from sending in wine, although his head was far from hazy. Still, he called in for some barley water to help flush the toxins brought by the wine. 

"I shall take my leave for tonight." He stood after a few sips of the cool water, inclining his head downwards. "’Quel undome, utinu.” For all his aloofness, he was hugely relieved that his son had survived all the wars and conflicts he’d been in. Never mind that he carried the name of the Greenwood with him; all that the Elvenking could think of while receiving reports of his son’s whereabouts was that he come home. 

Now that he was, Thranduil hoped he wouldn’t be forced to part ways with Legolas any time soon. 

"I believe that I shall retire for the night as well. The journey was long and I could do with some rest. I will see you in the morning, ada, sleep well," he smiled softly, inclining his own head and beginning to walk off down the familiar corridors of the Mirkwood realm towards his own room. It would be good to get back to it after so long away.

And sure enough, his room was exactly as he had left it before he had gone away to Imladris. There were some stray arrows dotted across his desk from where he had been attempting to improve them, but had abandoned them when he had been chosen to take the message. It was good to be home.

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

elvenkingx:

[ text | L ] We have six months. Any longer and we may be targeted. 

He tossed the mobile phone at the foot of the bed, rubbing his face. It was jobs like this that he considered the toughest, mostly because he had to work with his son. It wasn’t that the boy was incompetent - far from that - but it was because there would be too many emotions involved. He understood and remembered what it felt like to be sixteen, but his son needed to focus. 

Barely two days had passed when he went to where his son was staying, the tickets and their new identities in a simple manila envelope. He knocked on the door once, giving him ten seconds to answer before knocking again. 

[text | T ] Fine

He had spent a little more time there before heading back to his own flat. They didn’t stay together, it was too risky to do that, especially now that he was old enough to look after himself and live alone. It was a basic apartment, but he didn’t need much more than that, and he was content to only have what he needed and nothing more.

When he heard the knocking, he grabbed a bit of toast and shoved it in his mouth and moved towards the door, checking who it was before opening it and letting his father in, shutting it behind him.

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

elvenkingx:

He chuckled, holding Legolas’s hand firmly. There were more people in the carnival now, and the sun was getting hotter. Without warning, he scooped his son in his arms and set Legolas on his shoulders, just so he wouldn’t get lost and have a better view of where they were going. “Don’t let your bear get in my face, Legolas. So, where we going? The roller coaster, the carousel, or the 3D ride through the forest?” 

"3D ride, daddy!" he crowed excitedly, holding the bear to his side so that it wouldn’t obstruct his father’s view as he began to walk, still clutching onto him tightly. He was so excited to be here and to be spending time with his beloved daddy in such an exciting place. 

22

May

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

thranduils-undying-star:

legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

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."

He should have known that his sister would hear it in his voice, should have known that he wouldn’t be able to hide it completely from those in his family who knew him so well. There was nothing to do except admit it, “I…I feel…the sea is calling to me, it has been for a while now…while I still love the forest, I no longer feel as though my heart rests there and I know not what to do…but I have promised Aragorn that I will see out his days as king, and I will not break such a promise.”

Tawariell nodded and sighed altogether. She knew one day, that the sea would beckon her only brother to it. She knew that he would think of leaving; of that, she did not despair of his choice. “Very well Legolas,” she said. “If Elessar has asked you to say through till the end of his days, then keep your promise honorably. But, I do not bide you an ill will if the sea calls to you- may you find happiness when you depart. I, on the other hand, do not know if I shall go.”

"I do not know what to do…for while my heart longs for the sea I do not wish to leave those that I love who remain here, and who I do not know if they will ever join me…I do not know if I could manage the separation," he spoke softly, glancing down at his hands which were clasped in his lap, fiddling ever so slightly, blonde hair falling around his face.

Tawariell nodded and sighed. “It is, of course, their choice, but no matter what you do brother of mine, it will always be with reason. The day will come when the sea comes forth calling, but your loved ones will love you no matter what. Don’t forget it,” she said with a smile.

"It is the thought of being separated forever which makes me fearful. There is so much I do not wish to leave, people I do not wish to have to say goodbye to," he sighed, glancing down at the ground and folding his arms, wincing ever so slightly as muscle in his shoulder pulled, a wound left over from the war of the ring which was healed, but on occasion still got aggravated and twinged.

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legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen:

A Visit to the Valley (goldenhairedadvisor)

At the small smile given by the advisor, the princeling emitted a quiet giggle, briefly hiding his face shyly in his father’s robes before grinning back at him, looking a little less in awe and a little…

"I am sure he would find that agreeable. He makes friends very easily, and if Elladan and Elrohir are as mischievous as I remember from my last visit, then they shouldn’t have too much trouble in getting along, even despite the slight age difference," Thranduil smiled, following slowly and remembering the way through the valley.

His son however, while tottering after them, was not bothered with remembering the way, more concerned with looking all around him and taking in all the sights that he could see, eyes wide and in awe, and at times he would have to run to catch up with them again.

07

May

thekingofthewood:

And he did bump several of the other cars before the ride was over, chuckling at the slew of giggles that came from the five year old beside him. Stepping out of the car, he gave Legolas a boost out, before guiding him to the exit. “So, how did you like the bumper cars, hm? If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you actually liked it,” he teased, smiling a little. 

"Yes daddy!" The five year old crowed delightedly, jumping from the car and taking a tight grip on his father’s hand as they made their way towards the exit. He had really enjoyed that ride, and it had been lots of fun for the little archery prodigy, although he was thrilled to just be spending time like this, without anything else getting in the way.

thekingofthewood:

He’d counted the minutes from he sent the text, knowing that he needed both their confirmation that the plan was to be carried out. Either his son was in the shower or he was still thinking if he could carry out the ‘seducing’ portion of their assignment. It would throw anyone off - anyone whose usual mode of dealing with targets was by shooting, poisoning, or strangling - but their handler needed an answer now


[ text | L ] I’m going to have to hurry you. Do you agree?

Reading through the files once more, he noticed that she was one of those ‘routine’ types, sticking to one schedule all week. There were hardly any deviations, which meant that if she missed one appointment or film showing, someone was bound to notice at once. This made things a little difficult, which was why he guessed that his son had been asked to distract her: to give his father a chance to kill her.

His father, or perhaps their handler, he didn’t really know which and it was hard to tell while communicating in such a manner, was becoming impatient and he was being rushed. He didn’t know what to think, had never thought he would ever have to do something of this sort and to someone younger than him who had done nothing wrong. It made him feel a little ill. But he didn’t have much choice.

[text | T] I guess. When does it have to be done?

He didn’t like doing this, and given that his father was involved as well, he felt undeniably pressured. He had to do everything perfectly with no slip ups; he couldn’t let his father down. He had to make him proud of him.

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

thekingofthewood:

"I shall have your chambers prepared for your stay, then," he decided, tilting his head at one of the guards, who immediately left the hall to carry out the indirectly spoken task. "Very well. He shall be given leave to pass and to return to the greenwood. The Elven path still stands; without the spiders’ influence he can easily find his way to the woodland halls." 


While Thranduil knew nothing of his son’s desire to see the sea, he did sense a growing unease in the young Elf. With all that had happened that day, however, he decided to put off asking any more questions, and instead finished his goblet of wine. He remembered a day when he’d gotten drunk after his father had refused his request to see the lands beyond the greenwood. He wondered if he had driven his own son to do the same.

"Thank you father, I am sure he should be able to find his way fairly easily and he will appreciate the hospitality," Legolas spoke calmly, and he too appreciated what his father was doing for his new friend, even despite the grudges and feud held between their two races. There was hope it seemed, for their races to live in peace and harmony together.

Part of him knew that his father had noticed the unease that grew in his heart and mind, yet the woodland king said nothing. He did not know what to say though. He did not wish his father to think it was his fault, it was nothing of the sort. It was simply the way things went, and nothing could control that.

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

thrillmethrough:

"I must unfortunately be off early in the morning, at sunrise, so I wish to thank you both now for your hospitality and your kindness. My kingdom looks forward to continuing business with the Woodland Realm and I look forward to your letters Prince Legolas." 

"I am sad hear that, but I must thank you for your trade ideas and for being so kind to my son. I sense that he has developed quite the friendship with you over these past few days, one that I am sure will last for quite a while," Thranduil smiled, bowing his head and holding his tired son close to him.

(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."

He should have known that his sister would hear it in his voice, should have known that he wouldn’t be able to hide it completely from those in his family who knew him so well. There was nothing to do except admit it, “I…I feel…the sea is calling to me, it has been for a while now…while I still love the forest, I no longer feel as though my heart rests there and I know not what to do…but I have promised Aragorn that I will see out his days as king, and I will not break such a promise.”

Tawariell nodded and sighed altogether. She knew one day, that the sea would beckon her only brother to it. She knew that he would think of leaving; of that, she did not despair of his choice. “Very well Legolas,” she said. “If Elessar has asked you to say through till the end of his days, then keep your promise honorably. But, I do not bide you an ill will if the sea calls to you- may you find happiness when you depart. I, on the other hand, do not know if I shall go.”

"I do not know what to do…for while my heart longs for the sea I do not wish to leave those that I love who remain here, and who I do not know if they will ever join me…I do not know if I could manage the separation," he spoke softly, glancing down at his hands which were clasped in his lap, fiddling ever so slightly, blonde hair falling around his face.