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                  It was like watching Elladan and Elrohir, the same odd MAGIC. As if one was merely the moving REFLECTION of the other. If it were not for the elve’s fine senses, the subtle DIFFERENCES were lost on the prince. “Indeed. So it is TRUE.” He gave a mild bow of his head, palm flat on his chest. “I am Legolas Thranduilion, prince of the woodland realm. It is a great HONOUR to stand before you, my lord. I have read countless TALES of you and your endeavors.”

           There was a SUBTLE shift of a dark brow, the elve’s gaze scrutinizing. “You are quite DARING. Perhaps you ought to introduce yourself FIRST before expecting me to even CONSIDER answering your inquiry.”

       I beg your pardon?

        but what if I’m ALREADY wedded

              “You RESEMBLE him but you are not of the IMMORTAL kin. Forgive me, my lord. Are you who I deem you might be? If so, I should be bending my knee and offer the RESPECT you deserve.”

        “Where did you find these FLOWERS, mellon?”

     // *whispers* consider this a tiny starter call please like if interested

         [note to SELF - humans don’t give a single fuck about PERSONAL SPACE]