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Interruptions this removed from the main compound (where she often seeks solitude for a smoke) and in places no longer maintained by gardeners are rare. Though with so many guests from Ithilien roaming the estate, she should expect as much — just not by the prince himself.

Unmoved she sits at first, her rail thin form seemingly dead on the cool stones. The only heat burns at one end of a Rhûnic pipe, which balances over a small copper bowl to catch its ashes. One leg is bent, the other outstretched. Her back braces against the outer edge of a broken and empty fountain stationed near an unswept pathway. But duty to her husband’s people gets the better of her and she begrudgingly stands, stiff bones creaking. A brief dip of her chin follows.

                                     " i would give my life to keep you safe. "

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 — 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 !    Regardless of Legolas’ honorable sentiment behind such claim, his father’s immediate reaction is to appear alarmed.    Denial shakes the king’s silvery head, subtly but visible all the same, as in fluid motion he closes the gap between them.    ❝  𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭  ❞,  quiet, rushed it bleeds past barely moving lips.    And richly adorned hands lift to son’s shoulders, cup them, lithe fingers squeezing once.    What deep lines that frown has carved betwixt strong brows prior fade not, albeit something softer washes across his fair mien as well.    Brilliant blues gaze sharply into son’s pair, likely unnerving and as if to pierce his soul, heavy lids unblinking.

❝  𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲, 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬. ❞    Determination laces his baritone, one hand removed from a shoulder to gently cup son’s cheek instead.     ❝  𝐈𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 — ❞,  he pauses, unable to even think of Legolas possibly dying, let alone say it, thus skips 'to die’.    ❝  𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞.  ❞

                       ‘ i fear that i am both too much yet not enough. ’

𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙱𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳, 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚄𝙸𝙻 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚁𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙶𝚃𝙷𝚂 .    Legolas’ worries shall be safe with him.    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.    And the occasional mumbles of elves moving across the corridor beyond that door.    Grooming son’s hair as he did in years long passed, the elder allows for his low hums to fade into silence at last — neither pity nor accusation touching his baritone when calm response seeps into perfumed air:

❝  𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚑𝚊𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎, 𝚗𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 .  ❞    It has been a while since last Thranduil called Legolas “ his leaf “, 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.    ❝  𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.  ❞    He leans forward from behind, just enough for his head to hover above one of Greenleaf’s shoulders and catch a glimpse of his fair face.    ❝  𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎. 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎.   ❞

            ❝   the  last  patrol  has  returned   ;   𝙞𝙩  𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙  𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢  𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨  𝙖𝙧𝙚  𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧  𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡   .   ❞    for  the  time  being   ,   she  supposes   ––––      the  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬  has  seen  to  it  that  what  peace  may  be  found  within  mirkwood  does  not  last  long   .  ❝   i’d  like  to  make  sure  nothing  has  been  missed   .   care  to  join  me   ?   ❞

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