Help. Help. Help. Noiseless, in a thousand voices, the forest seemed to cry out, waking the young prince from his light slumber. Legolas sat up within seconds. His first thoughts were about a fire. It had happened before that in times of drought, the smallest spark - out of dark malice or not - could ravage entire parts of his home - and it had not rained in many days, though the air was not particularly hot. However, as he listened to the calling, he noticed there was no fear nor pain in the voices. Rather, the trees seemed to be concerned about someone else. Help. Curiously, Legolas began to follow the noise, staying in the canopy not to reveal himself too soon. At least it was no orc or spider - the trees were (unfortunately) too familiar with them to cry out for help for any of these dark beings. A visitor of dwarf-kind seemed to be unlikely too - not only did those small beings rarely venture in the woods of the elvenking, the forest also didn't greet them warmly. A man it was then... Or an elf. When he saw the pointed ears, the prince let himself fall out of the tree, his hands raised in a placatory gesture. "Greetings, traveler. What brings you so far from the elven road?"
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