[ How long has it been since anyone has ever called out to him like this? He doesn't recall exactly; elven memories are good, to accommodate the many long years of their life, but not infinite and not perfect; with time things they have seen or heard fade like everything else, particularly so those less important, less striking, making space for new experiences, new memories to be made. Legolas stops and turns to face the owner of the voice, head cocked by a degree in question, one dark eyebrow raised. There's nobody within the earshot beside him, so the woman must, indeed, be talking to him. How long has it been since he has been asked for a dance, he doesn't quite recall either. The prince of the Woodland Realm, rarely did he participate in the celebrations of his father's people and never had he any interest, preferring to run in the woods or practise his bowmanship to perfection.
And this sort of attitude stayed with him. Legolas came willingly to the Seelie court and he came as he were at the time, in the Woodland Realm's greens with only hints of delicate silver fabric sticking out from under the fine leathers. Unlike his father, he wasn't dressed for a party. Never really was. He came in with weapons as well, though those he left in a spot he has been assured repeatedly to be safe. ]
If you wish, though I should apologise for I am not dressed for the occasion.
[ Legolas offers his hand, a graceful gesture, all long fingers and white skin in the way of the elves of Middle-Earth. Considering his purpose here, it would do him well perhaps to befriend, or at least get to know, the others who have been summoned. ]
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And this sort of attitude stayed with him. Legolas came willingly to the Seelie court and he came as he were at the time, in the Woodland Realm's greens with only hints of delicate silver fabric sticking out from under the fine leathers. Unlike his father, he wasn't dressed for a party. Never really was. He came in with weapons as well, though those he left in a spot he has been assured repeatedly to be safe. ]
If you wish, though I should apologise for I am not dressed for the occasion.
[ Legolas offers his hand, a graceful gesture, all long fingers and white skin in the way of the elves of Middle-Earth. Considering his purpose here, it would do him well perhaps to befriend, or at least get to know, the others who have been summoned. ]