[Fifty years was nothing. It felt like far too short a time.
Ferion thankfully doesn't stir while Legolas places him gently on the couch. He was too young to roll, but he makes sure that he's not in a position to roll off none the less.]
I will never be ready.
[The words came out before Legolas even had a moment to think on them. However, he cannot deny his king, even knowing that soon he would be king himself.]
...Though I would ask for at least a little time to sort out my affairs.
[He walks back towards his father, and while he would normally wait to be invited first, he pours a glass of wine for himself, hands shaking slightly now that he didn't have an infant to hold.]
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Ferion thankfully doesn't stir while Legolas places him gently on the couch. He was too young to roll, but he makes sure that he's not in a position to roll off none the less.]
I will never be ready.
[The words came out before Legolas even had a moment to think on them. However, he cannot deny his king, even knowing that soon he would be king himself.]
...Though I would ask for at least a little time to sort out my affairs.
[He walks back towards his father, and while he would normally wait to be invited first, he pours a glass of wine for himself, hands shaking slightly now that he didn't have an infant to hold.]