Bandwagon? What is this?

[cuor]

A year is not so long to wait, writer. The journey of Thorin's Company will be continued before you know it.


I will not lie; I, too, anticipate seeing the splendour of my father's kingdom in the Greenwood. I only wish the dwarves might have traveled through in a time when the Necromancer's corruption had not blighted our land. Then all the world might have seen it at the height of it's beauty.

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[undomiels]

The beauty of the Greenwood is well known, even with the blight of the Necromancer. I believe they will do your home great justice.

[she's happy to see you, legolas.]

[elvenking]

[...With the bandwagons...]

Say what you will, but they have no patience. This Woman will gnaw my ears off before the end.

[Her imagery, not his, however disturbing it may be.]

[cuor]

Thank you, that is my hope also.

IRivendell, however, seemed less fair by your absence, my lady. [There's a twinkle in his eyes which hints he is teasing you just a little.]

[undomiels]

How can they not? I should like very much to walk beneath the shades of your country.

[ her eyes danced, lips curling into a teasing smile as well. ] I'm afraid my brothers would have had to entertain the company well; I would have been staying with my Lady Galadriel in Lothlorien, during that time. I was very unhappy to hear that I'd missed meeting Thorin Oakenshield and his friends.

[prissy_elf]

Thorin the dwarf? [He narrowed his eyes.]

Are you it is wise to aid a dwarf?

[sonof_thrain]

Legolas. [He bowed some. Ok, he had to, alright?]

I will be grateful if you wish to aid our quest. [This time.]

[cuor]

They are only mortals, Adar. Even I remember still a time when a year's length seemed a great deal of time to me.

[cuor]

His quest is no less noble than one an elf might undertake, though a little more foolhardy.

[cuor]

With thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard I wonder if there is room on your party for the son of Thranduil.

[elvenking]

As do I. [Even though no one believes it. Something about being old as hell.] It does not change what you will have to endure.

[What we all have to endure. Ugh. Eager fans.]

[sonof_thrain]

There is room for an elf. [Yes, believe it or not.]

I was wrong to judge your kind so harshly.

[prissy_elf]

Hm, perhaps. Do not endanger yourself though, Legolas.

[cuor]

Perhaps not. But it is a year's time for our writers to better acquaint themselves with the histories of our people, is it not?

[cuor]

I fear the King my father would not give me leave to accompany the company, even if I desired it.

[cuor]

[Legolas makes no attempt to hide his surprise. This is not what he'd expected from the Dwarven leader.]

Much has happened between our peoples which ought not to have been. In these dark times I cannot hold your caution against you.

[elvenking]

Our writers may better acquaint themselves any time they wish, Legolas. [In fact, Thranduil is already stuck in a game. While his mun is rereading The Silmarillion.]

[sonof_thrain]

After the kindness that Elrond of Rivendell showed us....I cannot be so hateful as I once was. Perhaps, the mists have been blown from my eyes.

Legolas, are you keen with the bow?

[prissy_elf]

[He nodded.] King Thranduil holds you in high esteem, Legolas. Perhaps he knows that you will not fail the quest as you are bound with your loyalty and your skill with the bow.

[cuor]

Perhaps. [He smiles, holding his tongue on the matter. Please, please don't hold Thranduil's hatred of Dwarves put you off then...]

If I boasted that there were none better than I in all the Greenwood, it would not be too great a lie.

[cuor]

You estimate my skills too highly, Haldir!

Besides- this is a quest for a Dwarven kingdom, and you will see I am no Dwarf.

[cuor]

Mine is remarkably reluctant to begin such an undertaking, lamenting our own family's lack of written history.

[elvenking]

Has she never read the Unfinished Tales?

[Not that that's got a lot, but...]

[poorfatbombur]

[ There's a very fat dwarf watching you with obvious suspicion, Legolas. One of his tubby hands clutches a skillet. ]

[cuor]

May I be of service, dwarf?

[poorfatbombur]

Could get me something to eat, lad! No leafy stuff. [ Elf food couldn't ALL be leafy stuff, right? ]