Such a happy Elf...

[longunderthetree]

Revisiting the conclusion has awoken your interest in me. Will you give me the memories of these so-called "movies" or will you rely on the book's account?

[His bright expression dims and he closes his eyes.]

A sad tale is made even more sorrowful by the "star-crossed pair" - as you call them. I should like to see the happiness of a Dwarf and one of my own kind!

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[afterlaborday]

Then go play with Gimli.

[Ignore Rufus, he's trolling because his mun wanted to talk to the Legolas without getting on a more appropriate account]

[longunderthetree]

I would if I saw him! [What are you implying, Rufus? Legolas can breeze by it.]

So sorry for this! I used to play novel Legolas so always happy to see more, movie or otherwise!

[afterlaborday]

Oh really? You two are getting much closer then? [And he can be an ass...]

:D

[longunderthetree]

A friendship such as ours cannot be mimicked easily. [Straightest face in the world.]

[afterlaborday]

Sure. Friendship.

[Why ever would he straight face? This is fun.]

So, your mun's plans for you?

[longunderthetree]

What else would it be?

[Elves are secretive about such matters.]

A game, perhaps, if the mood strikes her.

[afterlaborday]

[Just the biggest smirk ever]

Do you really want to know? I might soil your poor ears.

Ah. Lucky. Mine would rather find a game for her boy than me.

[longunderthetree]

T'would be a difficult task to soil the ears of an Elf.

[Smallest of challenges, maybe.]

Her boy?

[afterlaborday]

[Oh, Legolas...]

Well, there is a rumor that you and he are far more than friends. Lovers if you wish me to be nice about it.

And yes, her boy. A character from a little known canon, also already on Dear Mun: Arslan.

[longunderthetree]

Lovers? As if we have time for such! [He's not saying the feelings aren't there. Clever side-step.]

A Prince! He and I have something in common.

[afterlaborday]

Oh, so if the time were there, hm? You know, one can always make time.

[longunderthetree]

You are far too interested in Elven and Dwarven relationships, my friend.

[afterlaborday]

I'm bored. That makes me interested in everything. [shrugs] But it seems I'm beginning to push a line so I'll behave myself for now.

[longunderthetree]

For now? You are accustomed to pushing a line, it seems.

There are not many Elves who would speak openly of loves past, present or future.

[afterlaborday]

[Laughs]

I like to play with fire, yes. It makes one feel alive. It's why I enjoy kissing and telling sometimes.

[longunderthetree]

Remind me, should the urge fill me, to never kiss you, then.

[There's an arrogant, Princely quip for you, Rufus.]

[afterlaborday]

[Rufus just gives Legolas a toothy grin, amused. But he did say he'd behave for now.]

[longunderthetree]

[He smirks faintly and makes himself comfortable against a tree, stretching out his long legs.]

[afterlaborday]

[Rufus will settle somewhere, and unless Legolas continues the conversation, he's more than done for now]

[longunderthetree]

Why do you keep your hair so short?

[afterlaborday]

Hm...? [Well, not a question he expected, and actually places a hand near it]. It's not all that short, just back. And because it's professional to do so.

[longunderthetree]

Professional...? [An odd choice in his mind.] I could not braid it except in the front.

[afterlaborday]

Yes, professional. Our cultures are different. Long hair can be seen as unprofessional. And I don't want it braided in the first place. I'm not Aerith.

[longunderthetree]

It seems a strange culture. Aerith sounds like a...female name? [If his ability to judge such things isn't wrong.] Are you saying you find my braids feminine?

[afterlaborday]

It is a female name.

[Then a smirk, and he does debate being mean, but then shakes his head]

No. I know many men with long hair. None braided, but I wouldn't consider that feminine. I just don't much like the girl.

[He has his reasons]