His Woodland Majesty is getting a headache and doesn't think that nickname is cute or funny.

[elvenking]

Your reservations against finding a place for me are noted. I am willing to wait, but you grow restless. When you are restless, young mistress, all your muses become impatient, or at least the mortal ones. Consider this.

You hestitate to let me out because there are so few "canonmates" available that I would know mutually, due to your stubborn insistence that I come from not a moment after the end of Bilbo Baggins' notable adventures. It will be a year and a half till the second film is released, but only a few months till the first. By then, surely there will be a flood of such. [Mostly, no doubt, dwarves he doesn't remember the names of, but still.]

However, there is likely to also be a flood of Elvenkings appearing then. If I am to suffer the fate of Rob Anybody Feegle, who you have said you are going to bring somewhere for nearly a year now and never have, perhaps you should at least choose to play me at a time when I am not already everywhere at once. Moreover, it is entirely possible that to place me in a game with Thorin Oakenshield would be unwise. [Spoken as a true deadpan this-Elf-seen-it-all understatement.] Waiting for such a thing would be folly.

Now, what else is there?

Ah yes, the "played by." In that, I cannot help you, nor can all the wisdom of the Eldar.

[Thranduil could sound sympathetic, but it would be a waste of effort.]

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Hi, I'm the Legolas from the other day (keeps_count)

[elfling_prince]

I like the 'PB' your mun picked, ada.

1/2

[elvenking]

[Who is this kid and why is he calling him ada? Thranduil turns to find out.]

2/2

[elvenking]

[Aaaand recoils because what the hell are you doing you are supposed to be grown up!

Give him a second, because this is weird.

...Another second.

...Aw crap, he's not going to have to raise him again, right? Because he already did that once. Once was all he signed up for. Sorry, kid, you're on your own.

...You know, you may have just stunned Dad into silence. Go to your room and think about what you've done.

He finally uses his words.]

Do you?

/snrk

[elfling_prince]

[Aww but daaaaad! It's not my fault, I didn't want to be a kid again. My mun is just being a jerk.

Little Legolas just nods and grins.]

It's a really good one!

[elvenking]

Is it.

[Thranduil would personally like to have more than, like, three facial expressions.]

[elfling_prince]

[This is a child Legolas though. Everything about his dad is great, including the few expressions in his icons.]

Don't you like it?

[elvenking]

It means little to me one way or the other. It's the young mistress who dislikes it.

[Seriously what is this. Tiny Legolas, you are supposed to be a competent adult doing stuff competently.]

[tofindthesun]

A flood of Elvenkings... That sounds positively terrifying.

[elvenking]

[He pauses. Thanks for giving him the literal image. Blinkblink. Dignity retained.]

You understand what I mean. You will have no lack of elf-lords when this is over.

[He doesn't envy you. It's one thing to have multiples of the same child--having more than one kid can make them all blend together anyway--but no one is prepared for multiples of a parent.]

[tofindthesun]

[too many dads, yeah. not a very nice scene.]

Precisely what I mean by terrifying, my Lord. What ever would we do with this overabundance of kings?

[imagine curfew being enforced by a dozen thranduils. it'd be terrible.]

[elvenking]

[Hey. Curfew is there for the good of all. There are spiders. And drugs.]

Lock us all up in our halls with our treasures. It should keep us busy till the storm clears.

[It might be self-deprecating humor. Or maybe he sees no reason to apologize for liking pretty shiny things. And it could be a combination of both. You can't live as long as he has without having a healthy dose of self-awareness.]

[tofindthesun]

[but dad i'm a big kid now, i can take care of myself.]

I wonder if the halls are large enough for so many kings. Sustaining all of them would be an issue as well..

[legolas likes shiny things as much as his father, but not so much in terms of gold and silver. he doesn't remember life outside of mirkwood like thranduil or other sindar do, but he'll indulge them.]

[elvenking]

That seems simple enough! Each comes with his own. Simply lock him up in his own halls and he shall continue quite happily to believe he is the only one.

[That was a stab at his mun, there. Of course, this is all very cruel talk. Locking any elf underground, even if he built the fortress himself, is a bit harsh.]

[marchwarden]

[ Humbled by the sight of the great Elvenking, Haldir bows accordingly towards Thranduil out of both respect and reverence. Although, Thranduil's appearance here certainly does baffle the marchwarden since he doesn't understand how these pesky "scribes" managed to bring him here. ]

Vedui', heruamin. I trust that your scribe is treating you well.

[ He says this despite the fact that His Majesty seems most displeased with the scribe. ]

[elvenking]

Well enough. There are poker nights in her headspace once a week which are entertaining enough.

[But heruamin? He's not even 100% positive the Lothlorien elves still exist. Happens when you have two such extremely reclusive peoples. The title still perks his interest, and he watches Haldir carefully. The accent is what places him.]

Mae govannen, maethor en galadhrim. It is long since I have had word from our kin in Lothlorien.

[Not that he, personally, is related to any of you, but hey.]

[marchwarden]

...Sounds entertaining enough, I suppose.

[ The Lothlórien Elves favored solace in solitude for as long as he could remember. However, no Elf, whether Silvan or not wouldn't have heard of Thranduil. At least this is what Haldir thinks considering how much he prides himself in being more knowledgeable about the world outside of the Golden Woods. ]

Aye. Too long has it been since my people have last made their presence known in Endóre, milord. However, I'm quite grateful for this chance to break such silence.

[elvenking]

[Not like the Mirkwood elves are much less elusive, or xenophobic as the case may be.]

I have not ventured there since the days of Amroth. When I did, it was a wood fair beyond reckoning. Is it still so?

[marchwarden]

[ All these Elves are messed up one way or another. ]

Such a truth still remains true, milord, all thanks to our Lord and Lady's efforts along with the Valar's blessing.

[ex_peredhel246]

[There might be just a faint trace of amusement in his face at the mention of Dwarves.] Seeking out Dwarves might be folly, but you might find that there are more of us left than you think. Some tales never fade away, and ours is one of them.

Unfortunately my mun tells me that I am far too difficult to ever play in a game, so I can't tell you where to look but I know there are some out there.

[elvenking]

[Now that's a face he hasn't seen in years. He hasn't even been able to thank him for helping to evict the Worst Neighbor Ever, although he knows well that if Sauron had remained in Mirkwood, he would have attacked Rivendell as well.]

It is not my intent to help her, my lord Elrond. I am content to wait.

[inafadingcrown]

A flood of dwarves and Elvenkings. I daresay that sounds a sight. [It's a quiet sort of amusement, but it's definitely there.]

[elvenking]

[The last time he saw Lady Galadriel, he believes, was in his own realm the year Amroth died. He has been hearing the news from Haldir above. Unlike his father, Thranduil is inclined to be merely wary of the Noldor, but Galadriel is of the House of Finarfin and therefore remains an exception.]

You shall see Dear Mun weighed heavily with axes, beards, and hair of gold, Lady Galadriel, as well as furry feet and Elven-mail.

[He predicts twice as many Bilbos as there are of anything else combined. Heck, he shares a room with Bilbo in his mun's head.]

[inafadingcrown]

[It is a much different Galadriel that stands before him now. Older, wiser, more repentant of her own part in the sins of the Noldor. She is still proud, of course. It is only fitting for the Lady of Lórien and the daughter of Finarfin. But time and troubles have humbled her somewhat and the touch of arrogance that was once there has been softened.]

Better axes and Elven-mail than Dark armor and dragon scales, no?

[elvenking]

[Oropher hated her. But while prejudices have not completely died from one generation to the next, some of them have softened greatly.]

I have fought alongside dwarves twice in my lifetime. But I should rather have one at my side than behind my back.

[Some of them.]

[inafadingcrown]

[And that is something for which she is grateful.]

It is a rare talent, my Lord Thranduil, to both insult and complement in one breath.

[She's not entirely sure what a dwarf would make of that sentence. It's better than Celeborn would say, certainly, but it's still a sort of backhanded complement.]