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ACTUALLY

Matt fell first, Ben fell harder

BUT ACTUALLY

Then Thranduil spoke her name.

It was not loud. It was not cruel. That was what made it worse.

Legolas felt it at once—as if the air had been drawn from the room, leaving his lungs empty and aching. The words he had been about to say fell away, meaningless. His anger collapsed in on itself, turning sharp and inward, and for a moment he could only stand there, struck through with a pain so familiar he hated how quickly it found him.

His mother was not a weapon, and yet her absence had always been one.

Thranduil’s gaze faltered, just for an instant, as though he, too, had heard something break. But the damage was done. Legolas could not argue now; there was no breath left for it. His heart hurt in that quiet, echoing way that came when memory outweighed the present—when love, long bereft, rose up and demanded to be felt.

He lowered his eyes, not in defeat, but in self-defense. The hall seemed suddenly too large, too hollow, and the space where his mother should have been stretched wide between father and son. When he finally turned away, it was without a word, leaving the argument unfinished and the grief—old, aching, and unhealed—standing between them like a silence neither knew how to cross.

A young Tugger acting the fool :))

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YOU CAN SING THE SOUND OF MUSIC TO THE TUNE OF LES MIS!! To the tune of Look down, Look down, Don't look him in the eye, Look down, Look down, You're here until you die...