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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)

elvenkingx:

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                   ”What if your bear likes the forest and wants to go back, hm?” he teased. “Bears live in the forest, don’t they?” Thranduil stopped the ticket booth and bought two, setting his son on the ground so that they could walk in together.

[ legolas-prince-of-eryn-lasgalen ]

"But he doesn’t daddy, don’t be silly. He wants to stay with me!" Legolas giggled, leaning over a little to grin at him before squealing happily as he was lifted up in the air again and then lowered to the ground, clutching his father’s hand tightly so that the two of them did not get separated, his blue eyes wide with glee.

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.