#princepsimpius

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//-pets u- nothing shitty about that, don’t let the insecurities kick you in the butt. btw. is it alright if I reply to your drabble from this meme? not as for turning it into a thread, just one reply :>

Send me a word and I will write a drabble with our characters:Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy

It had been many years hence since the department of his son, Legolas, in search for the one named Arathorn. Sleepless nights and a heavy heart consumed the king in the duration, lingering thoughts granting him unease in times of uncertainty. Wine as crimson and dark as blood had served to be the only comfort to ease his shambled heart. 

It wasn't until his forlorn cerulean eyes laid upon his figure once more; standing before the kingdom with head bowed, the slump of his lean shoulders indicating dire fatigue. It was in that moment Thranduil had let a lone tear fall, the prior tension guarding his soul ceased; the relief coursing through his being as haste steps brought him closer to the only sunshine he had left in his otherwise dark & grief ridden world. 

It would be unlike the King not to celebrate the return of his son, and soon the great halls of the Kingdom flooded with elves, the vast room growing lively as the wine set before them began to infiltrate their systems. Thranduil had refused to leave the side of his son, his very presence healing his wounded heart. 

Firm hands grasped the bottle of the cool, dark liquid as they had poured a large cup for both the father and son. The alcohol blanketed his body in an enticing warmth, his relaxed nature allowing a faint smile to grace his lips. Turning to Legolas, whom appeared to be under the same effect as he smiled in return, Thranduil placed a trembling hand upon his shoulder, eyes troubled as he searched for the right words to utter to him. There was a small pause from the king, before opening his mouth once more, breath stained with the scent of fermented grapes;

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I don't think I shall copy paste but I will say nice things about five people:

ofneedlesandlove : You are a really wonderful portrayal of older Sigrid. I quite enjoy rping with you! Mun is super nice too, and always is a good comfort to me, when I am not feeling well or out of sorts. I really appreciate having people like that support me on this blog, so thank you. <3

heartofmirkwoodx: I really looooove your Calathiel. Our rp has evolved from sad feels to really heart warming feelings of reunion. I really enjoy all the emotions you bring out with your character. You are a sweetie, and that mix you made is really beautiful. <3

wisteria-daughter-of-love: Like you said, we haven't rped much (Which is my fault for being so slow) but when we do I really get into the thread. Which is nice. I find it refreshing how easy it is to get into the thread, and to fall in love with your character. <3

princepsimpius: Let me just say that I love your Legolas, and the way you write him. I also really adore how you format, and often find myself in awe at how well you format everything. You are one of my inspirations to write on this blog. <3

                    He doubtlessly speaks of the past,  causing his son to scan him                            with the faintest glint of irritation in his gaze before a slow shake                            of his head follows.

                                                                    “What makes you believe that                                                                      you can  no longer  trust me?"

                           The  answer  should  be  obvious,  but  he  wants  to  h e a r  it.

               The other had undoubtedly grown to be a fine and strong Prince -                more than worthy of bearing the positions he holds, and such a                capability to match. However he has g r o w n restless, a faint                aura of unknown has grown around the other. Perhaps it is just                a phase, but never the less — it is one he wants to burn the other                                                                              of as quickly as one could.