[ How to startle an elf in a couple of easy step: 1-) jump upon being approached, 2-) whirl and spin trying to locate the source of the voice, 3-) stare, apparently. For this man's reaction sure does make Legolas stop in his tracks, almost makes him take a step back and simply stare in return with eyes wide and not quite frightened, but surprised. His head cocked now, expression confused and not threatening in the slightest - at least he had left his weapons behind in a place promised safe - as if approaching a wild beast instead of a... he figures one of the Men.
And for a moment it all startles and distracts him from what drew him away from the celebrations in the first place. ]
I do believe it us our arrival that is being celebrated. For with us we bring hope for their world, do we not? A hope for peace, rather than war and darkness.
[ His voice calm, in a tone that he has known to be soothing for many mortals in the past. ]
Mistakes, I do not believe have been made. It is too grave a matter to allow such, but I am aware that many have been brought here against their wills.
[ And Legolas speaks with obvious apology, still watching the stranger curiously. It dawns on him slowly, very slowly for differences there are many, yet the lines of the face are familiar, awfully so (it might have been something like ninety years since they had last seen each other, but Legolas is the last person on Arda to forget a beloved face of his only family), the cheeks, the jaw, the eyebrows, the voice is similar enough as well though not speaking in the same cadence, not in the slightest calm the way Thranduil always is... ]
JUMPY DAD LOOKALIKE HAHA Ned you precious dork, this is amazing
And for a moment it all startles and distracts him from what drew him away from the celebrations in the first place. ]
I do believe it us our arrival that is being celebrated. For with us we bring hope for their world, do we not? A hope for peace, rather than war and darkness.
[ His voice calm, in a tone that he has known to be soothing for many mortals in the past. ]
Mistakes, I do not believe have been made. It is too grave a matter to allow such, but I am aware that many have been brought here against their wills.
[ And Legolas speaks with obvious apology, still watching the stranger curiously. It dawns on him slowly, very slowly for differences there are many, yet the lines of the face are familiar, awfully so (it might have been something like ninety years since they had last seen each other, but Legolas is the last person on Arda to forget a beloved face of his only family), the cheeks, the jaw, the eyebrows, the voice is similar enough as well though not speaking in the same cadence, not in the slightest calm the way Thranduil always is... ]