[Once settled, Legolas quietly reads over the title on the spine. He didn't ask whether it was the common tongue or the unsatisfying answers the tome held. Trade speak had too many rules, it didn't flow as their own words. It often left him bored to tears during lessons when he was but an elfling.]
Have you something in mind?
[The prince, once a sight to behold sat there with the worst beach hair one could imagine. Not even his genes could save him from the terrible frizz the salt left behind. Still, if it put a smile on Haldir's face, Legolas was glad he could be of service.]
I continue to hold out for its song. I fear it is in vain.
[He lifts his mug to his lips, downing the last of its contents. This, thank the Valar, tasted nothing like the swill they served in Edoras.]
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Have you something in mind?
[The prince, once a sight to behold sat there with the worst beach hair one could imagine. Not even his genes could save him from the terrible frizz the salt left behind. Still, if it put a smile on Haldir's face, Legolas was glad he could be of service.]
I continue to hold out for its song. I fear it is in vain.
[He lifts his mug to his lips, downing the last of its contents. This, thank the Valar, tasted nothing like the swill they served in Edoras.]