@elvcnsonβ / LEGOLAS
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β β i fear that i am both too much yet not enough. β
π³π°πΌπΏ ππππ°π½π³π πΎπ΅ πΆπΎπ»π³ π±ππ½π³π»π΄π³ πΈπ½ πΎπ½π΄ π·π°π½π³, ππ·ππ°π½π³ππΈπ» π³ππΈπ π΄π ππ·π΄ π±ππππ· ππ·ππΎππΆπ· π΅π»πΎππ°π» ππ²π΄π½ππ΄π³ π»π΄π½πΆππ·π .Β Β Legolasβ worries shall be safe with him.Β Β No word leave this chamber, where there only echoes the monotonous sound of last water drops dripping from a fallen over piggin onto the floor.Β Β And the occasional mumbles of elves moving across the corridor beyond that door.Β Β Grooming sonβs hair as he did in years long passed, the elder allows for his low hums to fade into silence at last β neither pity nor accusation touching his baritone when calm response seeps into perfumed air:
βΒ πΌππ’πππ ππ π ππππ ππ π’ππ π πππ ππ πππ ππππ πππ ππππππ ππππ ππ‘ππππππ ππ πππππ ππ π π ππππ, πππ ππππ .Β Β βΒ Β It has been a while since last Thranduil called Legolas β his leaf β, a term reserved for their moments alone and in privacy, not as king and prince but FATHER AND SON.
Nimble fingers begin to part golden hair into sections for braids to be woven.Β Β Β βΒ πππππ π πππ ππ ππππ π ππ ππππ ππππ π’ππ πππππππππππ. π°ππ ππππππ πππ π πππ π’ππ π ππβπ ππ ππππππ, ππππ ππ π’ππ ππππ π’πππ πππππ’πππππ.Β Β βΒ Β He leans forward from behind, just enough for his head to hover above one of Greenleafβs shoulders and catch a glimpse of his fair face.Β Β Β βΒ π°ππ ππππππ’ πππ πππππ π ππ πππππ π’ππ ππ π’ππ πππ, π’ππ ππππ ππππ. πππππ’ ππππ. Β Β β
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