[Legolas was not inebriated. Not in the least. The alcohol had settled pleasantly into his bones, warming his soul from the bitter memory of the sea. He’d spent quite a lot of time at the beach lately in hopes that he would once again hear that sweet song, but encountered only silence. The smell of the ocean follows him around, salt and clean air. His hair is impossibly tangled from the wind, something he attempted to tame with his fingers, but ended up tying into a ridiculous bun at the back of his head. How humans could go around with stringy hair was beyond him.
Haldir, it seemed, was attempting to blend into the landscape. It was odd seeing him in such a place, it was odd seeing Legolas in such a place. His father would’ve yanked him out by the point of his ear. Inns were no place for a Prince, but he’d been traveling with Gimli before arriving here.
That, and Legolas had developed a taste for ale. Something else to add to the list of un-elf things. He’s been around dwarves and humans entirely too long.]
Is something troubling you, friend? [His voice is low, speaking in their tongue. It's simpler this way. He starts to pull the chair opposite of the marchwarden, pausing to question if it was okay. Perhaps Haldir did not want the company, as he had a book in front of him.]
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Haldir, it seemed, was attempting to blend into the landscape. It was odd seeing him in such a place, it was odd seeing Legolas in such a place. His father would’ve yanked him out by the point of his ear. Inns were no place for a Prince, but he’d been traveling with Gimli before arriving here.
That, and Legolas had developed a taste for ale. Something else to add to the list of un-elf things. He’s been around dwarves and humans entirely too long.]
Is something troubling you, friend? [His voice is low, speaking in their tongue. It's simpler this way. He starts to pull the chair opposite of the marchwarden, pausing to question if it was okay. Perhaps Haldir did not want the company, as he had a book in front of him.]