+1 Would-be King Arrives ( voice testing)

[thelastking]

As much as I appreciate your fondness towards me, I shall confess that I cannot linger here for long. Much needs to be done to prepare for the days ahead. Hope wanes with every fading star, yet we must grasp a hold of the hope we can find in these dark days.

I wish for you to send me back, my lady. So I can do what I can to delay the inevitable.

The Age of Men shan't fall today. No, not today. Sauron's dark forces shall be pushed back even further than beyond their Black Gate.

This I can promise you.

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[secondwave]

[Oh hey, you're that guy who lurks at the Prancing Pony with all the storyline quests.]

The Enemy is very cunning. Be careful, will you?

[thelastking]

[ Indeed, I am! Wait, what's this about storyline quests? ]

That I will but only if you remember to do the same.

[secondwave]

[What's up, lurking guy? Nothing~]

I wouldn't be much of a woman of Bree if I laid down and died at the first sign of danger. -Except for a very few select things. Those pose trouble.

[thelastking]

[ Nothing much. Still lurking as you can see. .../narrows eyes ]

You hail from Bree, do you?

[ A light chuckle escapes him. ]

The People of Bree are known to be made out of tougher stock than most.

[secondwave]

[You ever find those Hobbits you were looking for? 'Cause there's, like, a bajillion of them at the pond outside of town right now. .../halo]

Dellosa Ryedor, at your service. [And curtsey! 'Cause that's just how she rolls.]

We pride ourselves on it. Let the Enemy come. We'll meet them with spears and swords and drive them back to wherever they come from! [Even all the way to freaking Angmar if need be!]

[thelastking]

[ Good grief! In the name of the Valar, why the heck there are so many of them? ]

Your service is most welcomed, Dellosa of Bree. [ He nods with a smile. ] Quite lady-like for a swordarm yet valiant nonetheless.

Be at ease, my friend. There are no enemies here, at least for now.

[secondwave]

[Something about a festival or something...? Who cares? It's an excuse to go fishing and drink way too much ale than is strictly necessary.]

Mother and Father were sticklers for manners, Ranger. They hoped I'd be something other than what I became. [She smiles weakly back at Aragorn.] But after what happened to Archet, I couldn't sit on my hands any longer.

You say that now, but wait until the mundane gets ideas. You'll find that they can be more sadistic than any brigand.

[thelastking]

All mothers and fathers wish for their children to live fulfilling and peaceful lives. [ He must've seemed a tad wistful now. ]

'Tis simply how they are.

[ He arches his brow. ]

Is that so? Well then I certainly hope I'll be spared of such madness.

[secondwave]

Maybe one day, when this is all over... [Dellosa smiles dreamily at some far-off thought.] ...A blacksmith, I think, would be a wonderful thing to be.

[She shakes off that thought and laughs.] Let's both hope that your mundane spares you, then! Some even say that the more they torment you, the more it means they care. As for me? I can do without that.

[pyreof]

Such heavy words, coming from the mouth of a mere ranger from the North.

[thelastking]

If a mere ranger can look into the Eye of Death and still see hope, then why not others?

[elfling_prince]

What makes you think you can do anything about Sauron? My people have been forced deep into the forest to avoid the evil he pours forth.

[thelastking]

[ His brows arched somewhat once he spotted the young elfling. Goodness, it's been years since he encountered someone so "young" from their kind. Aragorn couldn't help but stare at the child with a faint smile. ]

While Sauron's evil is indeed great; he currently lacks the one thing that could bring him victory.

[elfling_prince]

His ring, the one ring, isn't it? My father told me the stories of the Last Alliance and how it was cut from his hand.

[thelastking]

Cut it was from his very finger by the broken blade of Narsil. Without the ring in his possession, Sauron will fall.

[elfling_prince]

It's still out there though.

[Crossing his arms and trying to sound LIKE A BIG ELF.]

[thelastking]

[ Such a tiny elf you are, child. A slight smirk settles on the ranger's lips. ]

That is much is indeed true but even now, two brave Hobbits herald his doom with the One Ring at hand.

The Fellowship will not fail.

[elfling_prince]

[HERESENTS BEING CALLED TINY]

Fellowship? What Fellowship?

[thelastking]

The Fellowship of the Ring, have you not heard?

[elfling_prince]

I've heard of no such thing. Although, Mirkwood rarely receives word of events outside our borders.

[thelastking]

You hail from Mirkwood?

[ He pauses briefly. ]

I suspect that all news of our efforts have been made secret by the Elvenking but his only son now travels with us to ensure the Ring's destruction.

[elfling_prince]

I do.

[Froooooowning.]

The Elvenking has but one son. And I am not nearly old enough to leave the woods unless with an escort of guards to defend me or my father himself.

[thelastking]

[ The look in Aragorn's gaze changes from slight mirth to pure shock now. ]

You are Lord Thranduil's son?

[elfling_prince]

I am, yes. Prince Legolas Thranduilion, at your service.

[Smug little bastard ahoy!]

1/3

[thelastking]

[ Allowing his shock to wash over him, the ranger merely stares at the young elfling with such wide eyes. ]

2/3

[thelastking]

[ Finally regaining his voice, Aragorn speaks. ]

Impossible. The Prince of Mirkwood is clearly over a thousand or so years old.

He's hardly a mere child.

3/3

[thelastking]

...Yet-

[ Staring at the young prince for the umpteenth time, a small smile suddenly comes to Aragorn's lips. ]

I once wondered what you would've looked as a youngster, mellonamin. Rather small, aren't you?

[elfling_prince]

I'm not even near of a century old, let along a thousand.

[Oh my--

He DID NOT just call him small!]

I am not small!! I'm the tallest of the elflings!

[Not quite but Aragorn has no way of proving that Legolas is lying.]

[thelastking]

You are small, "tiny" even for your age.

[ He's really pushing it now. ]

[elfling_prince]

[Someone happens to be very sensitive about his size. And despite how tall Aragorn is in comparison to the prince, the elfling launches himself at the man.]

[thelastking]

[ Uh oh! Aragorn should've known better than to take the tiny elfling lightly. Elves have pride after all, no matter how young they are.

Trying his best to stifle his laughter, Aragorn catches the little lord's fists in his own. ]

Be at ease, be at ease! I mean no harm.

[elfling_prince]

[Especially when this elf is the son of the Elvenking and wants to be just like his father. His pride is surprisingly fragile for it.

So Aragorn with just get a pout from Legolas now.]

[thelastking]

So much pride you possess, young prince.

[ Catching a mere glimpse at that sad little pout, Aragorn let's out a distressing sigh as he released Legolas. Now patting the youth on his shoulder, the ranger feels the need to silently apologize. ]

'Tis of little wonder why you become one of my most valued friends.

[elfling_prince]

[Poooouuuuutttt... But he calms down after a second. He can understand the apology]

We become friends?

[Translation: You tease your friends?]

[thelastking]

[ He hears that unspoken question and quickly answers it. ]

That we do but do not misunderstand me. My companions mean much more to me than you realize.

[elfling_prince]

Like family?

[thelastking]

[ He nods. ]

Yes, like family.

[elfling_prince]

Family is good to have, especially in friends.

[thelastking]

[ A small smile returned to the ranger's lips as he regarded Legolas. ]

We are both in agreement and thus would it be too much of me to think of you as the same as your older self?

[elfling_prince]

[He looks adorably thoughtful for a moment but nods.]

I don't believe it would too much but would it not be strange?

[iorhael]

You may find that these muns care little for any pressing business or places you must be at, once they get it in mind to have their fun.

Take care, Strider, you don't catch their eye or you may find it hard to leave.

[thelastking]

Then I shall have to do my best to avoid her trickery. This one claims she understands the severity of our plight but does she really?

[ A sigh escapes him. ]

Judging by your appearance here, I take it that she doesn't.

[iorhael]

I hope for your sake you are able to. If she did understand, she would not draw you from where you are most needed.

I'm afraid not.