[ It's been months in making, the return of this easy confidence with which Legolas always, always carried himself. The scars beneath the layers of clothing and armour still tug at his consciousness, and each day he fights the change they force upon him. He will not fear, he will not distrust at the mere foul look, he will not be ruthless for no reason whatsoever. ]
More fighting than feasts, in my experience, plenty of travel too and politics. [ His tone flows like a melody, rising with sweetness and excitement at the mention of travel and falling into put upon flatness at the tail end with politics. Barely, Legolas resists rolling his eyes, and instead when he continues it's to focus on the more pleasant aspects. ] 'tis a rich and beautiful world out there, after all, to sit cooped up in Caer Glaem I find to be a great waste.
[ His gaze flickers to one of the windows in the hall and towards what can be seen of Caer Glaem in the dark. A brief moment, before he speaks again and his eyes fixed once more on his company. ]
I cannot hold it against you that you would not wish to remain here, because neither is it my wish, to be true. It is easy here, however, though I would not call it safe. But to return to where you truly wish, there are no means to my best knowledge, I fear.
[ What sympathy there is in his voice now is all for the plight of all others, his own home has lost all draw for him after all, with his father's return and the arrival of so many of friends of old, dear and resting eternally at the time of his own stepping through the threshold of Drabwurld. ]
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More fighting than feasts, in my experience, plenty of travel too and politics. [ His tone flows like a melody, rising with sweetness and excitement at the mention of travel and falling into put upon flatness at the tail end with politics. Barely, Legolas resists rolling his eyes, and instead when he continues it's to focus on the more pleasant aspects. ] 'tis a rich and beautiful world out there, after all, to sit cooped up in Caer Glaem I find to be a great waste.
[ His gaze flickers to one of the windows in the hall and towards what can be seen of Caer Glaem in the dark. A brief moment, before he speaks again and his eyes fixed once more on his company. ]
I cannot hold it against you that you would not wish to remain here, because neither is it my wish, to be true. It is easy here, however, though I would not call it safe. But to return to where you truly wish, there are no means to my best knowledge, I fear.
[ What sympathy there is in his voice now is all for the plight of all others, his own home has lost all draw for him after all, with his father's return and the arrival of so many of friends of old, dear and resting eternally at the time of his own stepping through the threshold of Drabwurld. ]