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Why do you trouble me with minutiae which can neither affect me, nor which I can affect?

[beCAUSE Thranduil it's supPOSED to be you and at this rate-]

They will, perhaps, consider me something other than myself? What am I to do about this?

[He does not seem very happy about it, but is taking a practical view of the matter. More practical than his mun, at least.]

Concentrate on the application if you do, indeed, wish me to join my son - before long the opportunity may be lost to you. And-

[His voice goes very quiet and dangerous]

-should you attempt to throw me into any more of these so-called memes so that you may warp me into something that will abuse him, you will suffer the consequences.

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[At least they can be a bit more practical than their muns.]

I shall hope, if you do join me Lord, that you will not suffer the castles mischief too soon. And that your loss will not be terrible.

[Not even touching the memes because, haha- no.]

[He is truly sorry, son. But it ends. Now.

He sounds slightly weary when he answers, in a general put-upon sort of way.]

I fear I hold no great hope, my mun appears to take delight in the suffering of those she plays. But the loss, at least for now...

[His voice turns quiet, and he gently traces with a finger the ring on his left index finger.]

Not intolerable, at least. There are worse that might be dealt with.

[Which is not to say he's happy or anything but.]

[It's okay, he understands.]

There are indeed worse things. My own had briefly considered taking away my immortality. An experience which was satisfied just recently in the castle.

[His eyes follow the movement to the ring and his expression falls.]

Still, it is a terrible thing to lose.

I believe my own knows better than to make the attempt.

[There's something slightly wry in the answer. And- ah.]

Perhaps.

But not unbearable.

[Even if he'd really rather not.]

One may hope that she does.

[And Legolas would do anything to see Thranduil not have to lose anything. But castle rules.]

I will do whatever is within my power to make this easier to bear, my Lord.

Indeed. For, even temporarily....

[YOU KNOW, MUN, DON'T YOU? YEEEEEESSSS. There is, again, a little humor in his voice as he replies.]

Is the son, then, to take care of the father? But you do know this place better than I.

[Don't worry too much, Legolas.]

Only until you have adjusted to the castle and its mischief.

[He's currently a baby deer. And spent several days as a HUMAN and experienced a head-splitting hangover. He can't help but worry.]

Mischief, though annoying, still seems as though it would be poor match for the dangers of home. Do not concern yourself too greatly, son.

[He got along just fine for thousands of years before you came along, believe it or not he can do it again.]

[Oh he knows that but he can't help but worry. Just a bit. Especially with Thorin being a nasty little shit there.]

I will endeavor not to but please forgive me if I cannot help myself at times.

[Thorin, huh? Can't say that he's surprised.]

I could not but do otherwise, for one who wishes so to ensure my wellbeing.

If they suffer from any misconceptions as to your character, your presence will clarify matters soon enough. [He's not exactly the sort to put on any sort of pretense, after all. He can decide whether that's intended as observation, complement, or insult.]

[His voice is quite dry when he answers.]

It is, in its way, the prospect of my increased presence which is itself the problem. It is not, however, one that I am in a position to do anything about.

[She started civilly so he responded civilly let's see how long this lasts shall we]

I am aware. [She's in the same position, after all. She wouldn't still be in the damn castle, if she had anything to say about it.] I therefore thought it more prudent to address matters which are within our control.

[She has every intention of remaining civil ~~until her temper gets the better of her~~, thank you very much.] You will not be without allies, at the least, if you do arrive. [And yes, she counts herself in that. She neither likes or dislikes him, really, but that's beside the point.]

Perhaps, although that itself may be self-evident, and thereby we must talk of one of them if we are to talk at all.

[Let's watch as things slowly deteriorate shall we]

I should not expect to be so, unless Legolas has changed far more than I would have expected of him. Am I to understand, however, that you would number yourself among them?

[Why is she getting the feeling that he knows perfectly well what she means and that he's only asking to be irritating?]

I would. I see no reason that I should not.

[Sheer paranoia, clearly. Some people, Galadriel, need to ask to understand the hearts of others, but she's not likely to have much experience with that.]

Then, it seems, I shall have little to fear.

[It was the logical inference. She would hope he has experience with that.]

I would not go so far. [She will just ignore any underlying sass in his tone.] Yet if I could ease things for you, it would please me.

[For all he knew she was referring to others - it would be true he would have at the very least an ally, even without her condescension.]

It is rare to hear you acknowledge such limitations. All the same, I am glad to hear it. Away from so much that is familiar, such aid could be welcome.

It is rare enough that we speak; you would not know what I do or do not acknowledge. [You just had to go and push her buttons, didn't you?]

May I ask if your mun has given thought to the time from which she intends to take you?

[Yup.]

True enough, it has been some years.

She has indeed - shortly before the trespassers to my realm are captured.

[A soft exhale, almost a laugh. Given who else is there, this could get messy.]

Some eighty or so years ago, for me. And for your son, also.

For my son?

[What, it's been eighty years? Don't be absurd, Galadriel.]

It was the year 3019 of the Third Age when both he and I last saw Arda. [Yep. That's a thing.]

... a paradox, then.

[WELP.]

It is not the first we have had there and I am certain it will not be the last.

It is, I suppose, one way to keep life interesting.

[His voice is drier than the Sahara right now.]

[Yeah, whatever, Thran. It's not like she had a choice about it.]

Given that the leader of the aforementioned trespassers is also present in the castle, I am quite certain that your life will be interesting enough regardless.

[... oh. Good.]

I suppose, in that case, there will at least be ample time to question him as to his motives.

[Not that this is something to look forward to he'd actually rather hang out with Galadriel than The Dwarf.]

If he will answer. [Yes, that is the sound of irritation in her voice. Thorin even gets on her nerves.]

[At last something they can ~~bond~~ agree on.]

If nothing else, I know I can out-wait him.

[This is the sound of annoyed resignation.]

You might also ask those who come from a later time and know of the tale. [She will totally blab, in this case. And she's sure Legolas would be more than happy to as well.]

[Well that's interesting.]

And what, Lady Galadriel, would you tell me?

I would tell you of a quest to reclaim the Dwarven gold of Erebor, first and foremost.

[He is visibly surprised, almost shocked, for a moment, before making a scornful noise and settling into a matching, if slightly annoyed, expression.]

Were it not a fool's errand I might have known. He shall not need the dangers of the forest to meet his end, should he think to challenge a dragon for its gold.

No, it shall not be in your forest that he meets his end. [Vague statement is irritatingly vague.] Regardless, he has no great love of you. I am fully aware of his grievances, for he seemed at first to be suffering under the misconception that I have some input as to your actions simply by virtue of being another Elf Lord.

[AKA she ended up asking what on earth Thranduil's actions had to do with her.]

[Dryly:]

He seems to have many misconceptions about our kind, and me in particular, including a notion that I owe him anything, or care enough to attempt to sabotage him for personal reasons.

[He's run into Thorin before on d_m, you see.]

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I see my warning was somewhat unnecessary.

Perhaps. But it will not remain so.

Then I will inform you again upon your arrival. Provided, of course, that I encounter you first. [Otherwise, she's just going to popcorn.gif.]

[A sigh.]

There is little enough he can do, though his accusations do become tiresome after a point.

So I imagine. But you both have matters enough to concern you without seeking out conflict, I am sure.

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