[ For all the world, this Greenwood is most like to the one they called home before ever the Shadow sought to pollute Rhovanion. Here, amongst the fairies and golems, with a thudding of golden hooves and flash of a green Seelie cloak, rides the Elvenking on his steed; a unicorn newly named Estellio for the easy bond forged between beast and elf. He tracks his son for the latter half of the afternoon when the sun is warming through the leaves, pausing to gain his bearings now and then. It's when Estellio stands on some bracken that the sharp call to his left alerts him to having already found Legolas and he turns the stallion with a gentle tug on an aureate mane. No saddles are needed for the elves, so Thranduil tightens his knees to stay in place as they emerge from the tree-line. ]
Someone you know very well, I should hope.
[ He does not wear his crown here, not while riding, and his long hair spills over a shoulder as he regards his child. ]
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Someone you know very well, I should hope.
[ He does not wear his crown here, not while riding, and his long hair spills over a shoulder as he regards his child. ]
Were you planning to stay out here all night?