Looking?

[herstarlight]

So you recall my existence; that is promising, however we are in the same position as before, are we not? While I reside with you, I have no home - no kin or brethren - and you have little thought to change my situation.

Do I need to be clearer?

Find a home.

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be prepared... I'm from a game with people desperate for Tauriel

[brokenleaf]

Tauriel.

[Legolas gives her a faint smile. He's very different from the Legolas she knows, his hair is cut short and uneven and there are scars across his neck from where he once had a collar set. His smile is still warm and genuine though.]

Tauriel is such an awkward Elfling. Especially next to rock stars like Thranduil and Legolas.

[herstarlight]

Lord Legolas! [She isn't quite breathing; she should fix that, but not before she bows - the motion stiff.] How -

[Concern crosses her features and she takes a step forward - only stopping herself belatedly.]

What has happened?

shh Tauriel /pats her head

[brokenleaf]

Legolas, please. What am I lord of? [He makes himself laugh, moving to meet her and make her straighten. Even his right arm is riddled with scars, words in fact.]

A great deal that I would not wish to burden you with. Happier times are to come and that is what we should focus upon.

/awkward glare forever

[herstarlight]

Your father's realm...eventually. You are royalty. [Why is she explaining this? He should know.

And why is he so scarred?] Judging by your appearance, I would say you have not had many happy times.

/squishes her cheeks instead :p

[brokenleaf]

My father is immortal. Barring the slimmest of chances, none shall ever kill him. And what is a prince but someone being groomed to take over when their parents pass?

[Oh Tauriel. Legolas' fingers lightly brush the scars on his neck.] Ah, no. I have died. Five times. And Arda died.

/huff huff huff

[herstarlight]

He could choose to step aside one day. You do not know. [They cannot take anyone for granted. This is a lesson she knows all too well.]

F-Five...? [Her legs refuse to work. She falls to her knees, looking horrified.] Where... Where was I?

/smug grin

[brokenleaf]

Not before I leave. Tauriel, the Sea calls to me. Besides, I would be a poor king. No one would better lead our people than my father. [Not for nothing is Thranduil called the greatest of Elvenkings.]

Everyone on Arda died with the world. [He kneels down to the ground with her.] The people who saved me could only save [there's a tiny scoff at the word 'save'] one person per world. And I would have had that person be me rather than you.

hi yes I'm from that game and desperate for Tauriel

[youngestone]

...Tauriel?

[If he seems a little uncertain and wary while also hopeful, he has good reason. The last time he saw her, she didn't know he was dead and vanished within a week. That was months ago.]

Ahhh Kili <3

[herstarlight]

[Her world stops. She forgets everything except that voice. His voice.

He's -] I would think I was dreaming if I didn't know otherwise.

[youngestone]

I still might be dreaming. I'm not sure. Is it really you?

[herstarlight]

There is one way to know for certain. [She takes a breath and lays her hands on his cheeks.] Can you feel me?

[youngestone]

[He takes her hands in his and just beams.]

Tauriel. Tauriel. You're real!

[If only he were taller...]

[herstarlight]

[How can she not return that precious smile? Hers is broken around the edges and her eyes are blurry with tears.]

I...was not quick enough. You...fell.

hi I have been told to try and encourage you to come to that game too XD

[bythewaves]

Tis a sad thing to be without a home, lady.

[ The stranger is Noldo-dark, his eyes with that light of those old enough to have come from Valinor long ago. He speaks like a lord, but his bearing is that of a servant, and his hands are scarred as if by burns. His cloak is held by an eight-pointed star that she may or may not recognise ]

But I am sure there are many places that you would be welcome in.

>8D

[herstarlight]

[She takes him in, deciding that he is an enigma. Instead of giving him a full bow, she inclines her head. If she is being rude, surely he will inform her. Tauriel has never known subtle royalty. Thank you, Thranduil.]

I think my King would say otherwise.

SNEAKY CHEAT <3

[bythewaves]

[ A shrug ]

At home, that might be something. But out here? Your only concern is your writer - to them, we are but playthings. The Elvenking might wish you safely at home, or exiled far away... but if your Mundane wishes contrary to him... Well.

. . . o.o <3 <3 <3

[herstarlight]

You know of my King? [Suspicious! Except...not. He has lived for much longer than her. She is only 600.] May I inquire your name? I am Tauriel.

/shakes you. Lovingly.

[bythewaves]

[ A soft amused sound ]

Lady, he is the last of the Elvenkings of Middle-earth, for there are no others now who would - or could - claim that title. And he has held Mirkwood against the Enemy for many a long century - who amongst our people does not?

[ A long hesitant pause ]

Call me Etyangol. [ Exile, in Quenya, which he is sure she does not know ] I know your story, little firehair - I am but a simple bard, but it would be remiss of me not to record as many tales are there are of my folk, particularly ones which move the great events of the world.

;///; /flops

[herstarlight]

[He has a point - a good point - and she shifts uncertainty, glancing down at her feet. It's easy to forget that knowledge of King Thranduil's realm must - and does - extend beyond the forest. The degree must differ, but this stranger is an Elf. He would have an...interest...in knowing.]

I cannot say. I think no Elf is unaware of his presence.

Hail, Lord Etyangol. [She freezes, caught off-guard.] What I did...was not enough. Not nearly enough. My story -

I must continue it by making amends.

bothers because reasons

[thefastandthe]

Still keeping them honest.

Being clear may not work, you'll have to strong-arm them.

I'm never bothered <3

[herstarlight]

Furiosa. [Her delight is clear despite the situation.] Is it time for that?

8D

[thefastandthe]

I dunno, it's been about three months.

Really that desperate for a place to lay your head?

[herstarlight]

I'd say I'm...eager. With so many possibilities, I'd rather not sit still.

[thefastandthe]

I know the feeling. But I don't think I could sit still in one place long enough to call it home.

If you know what you want, then strong-arm them.

[herstarlight]

Find a wide-open space; a game that allows you freedom to go where you please when you please.

[She wants freedom too. Her home might stay stationary, but she won't.]

I will use all my strength.