[ Quiet hints of embarrassment resound in his voice with a truthful admission. ]
It is still almost like leaving home for the first time, though home it is not...
[ Perhaps he had grown too comfortable here, but he couldn't feel much remorse. His father is here with him, though unlike Legolas, Thranduil is a little less out and about among the trees, more willing to remain in the castle and learn of this world. Still, it only serves to add another level of comfort to Legolas' stay here. Something which makes this bearable so easily, adds a sense of familiarity to what's otherwise too strange.
Though his thoughts often stray to other friends that he would hope to see and with whom he wished to share the experience. ]
It has been three months, in which winter has given way to the stirring of spring.
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It is still almost like leaving home for the first time, though home it is not...
[ Perhaps he had grown too comfortable here, but he couldn't feel much remorse. His father is here with him, though unlike Legolas, Thranduil is a little less out and about among the trees, more willing to remain in the castle and learn of this world. Still, it only serves to add another level of comfort to Legolas' stay here. Something which makes this bearable so easily, adds a sense of familiarity to what's otherwise too strange.
Though his thoughts often stray to other friends that he would hope to see and with whom he wished to share the experience. ]
It has been three months, in which winter has given way to the stirring of spring.