[ It's curious, the variety of emotions pass across the stranger's features and all the little motions that speak through the body language; all different, all distinct, all so full of life and quite endearing in truth. It seems he is easy to read like a book and young, so young like many children of the Men though with his bearing resembling that of a Hobbit, or at least some of the Hobbits Legolas knew.
It is, in truth, quite endearing.
At the question he raises a hand, absently without a threat to the gesture and his knuckles are a barely there brush across a high cheekbone, like a touch of butterfly wings, fluttering and fleeting. ]
Your features, but only in the way of the Men. It is not enough to make a mistake, but it is a curiosity nonetheless.
[ His own feelings easily bleed into his expression, much like Ned's, though not so much into his body language. Legolas remains relaxed, but his eyes say what there is to say: they speak of love and adoration, bright in the dimly lit hall. ]
You resemble, if by a fraction only [ Though quite enough to be recognisable and his gaze grows distant now with a light flutter of eyelashes, as if searching his memory - long and vast as it is - for the time that has passed. ] someone I have not seen in... ninety years now, perhaps, it is hard to keep count of years when there is no need for it. It would be a lie to say that it is not a soothing sight, despite all.
But... no matter. [ He ought not daydream right in this moment, lose himself in memories fond and heartwarming and Legolas gathers himself once more without much fuss, reminding himself of manners. ] I am Legolas, son of Thranduil of the Woodland Realm. I may be in a situation similar to yours, but whatever help I can offer, I will gladly do so.
never be sorry!! it's cute :> and Legolas is quite patient! also legit not flirting...
It is, in truth, quite endearing.
At the question he raises a hand, absently without a threat to the gesture and his knuckles are a barely there brush across a high cheekbone, like a touch of butterfly wings, fluttering and fleeting. ]
Your features, but only in the way of the Men. It is not enough to make a mistake, but it is a curiosity nonetheless.
[ His own feelings easily bleed into his expression, much like Ned's, though not so much into his body language. Legolas remains relaxed, but his eyes say what there is to say: they speak of love and adoration, bright in the dimly lit hall. ]
You resemble, if by a fraction only [ Though quite enough to be recognisable and his gaze grows distant now with a light flutter of eyelashes, as if searching his memory - long and vast as it is - for the time that has passed. ] someone I have not seen in... ninety years now, perhaps, it is hard to keep count of years when there is no need for it. It would be a lie to say that it is not a soothing sight, despite all.
But... no matter. [ He ought not daydream right in this moment, lose himself in memories fond and heartwarming and Legolas gathers himself once more without much fuss, reminding himself of manners. ] I am Legolas, son of Thranduil of the Woodland Realm. I may be in a situation similar to yours, but whatever help I can offer, I will gladly do so.