"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.
Prince of the Woodland Realm
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.