[ Legolas' eyes flicker to his father's face to meet his eyes, still bright blue in the soft light of a dying day. Indeed, he caught the words, nothing more but a soft gasp that could easily be lost within the whisper of leaves moved with every, even the gentlest, gust of wind.
He wished not to force him relive memories unpleasant, painful perhaps, Legolas isn't certain, reading Thranduil has always been a task nearly impossible. Though his father could read him like an open book. ]
I have met some of them, before I began to wander...
[ But he couldn't quite not answer the call of wanderlust within his blood, to ease the longing for the sea that would otherwise overtake him. ]
When I return from Cothromach, I shall strive to stay behind at the castle more often. [ He stops suddenly, a thoughtful pause before he asks a question of his own. ] How do you find our allies, father?
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He wished not to force him relive memories unpleasant, painful perhaps, Legolas isn't certain, reading Thranduil has always been a task nearly impossible. Though his father could read him like an open book. ]
I have met some of them, before I began to wander...
[ But he couldn't quite not answer the call of wanderlust within his blood, to ease the longing for the sea that would otherwise overtake him. ]
When I return from Cothromach, I shall strive to stay behind at the castle more often. [ He stops suddenly, a thoughtful pause before he asks a question of his own. ] How do you find our allies, father?