I too hope his young years will be filled with joy and not tears
[Legolas walks over to join his father in looking down at Ferion who was sleeping peacefully. The king's words brought him to thoughts of the past, in part, but also future.]
It was a time of peace when I was born. There was no way to know that the darkness would follow after.
[Or that his mother would be a victim of that darkness so shortly after. The thought of a childhood both without a mother's love and in a time of peril was heartbreaking. He pauses a moment, something on his mind. It was a subject he was reluctant to touch upon, but felt he needed to ever since the young prince was born. And a certain fear... He takes a breath.]
There is much I understand now that I did not before. I dared not ever tell you, but in my youth I heard whispers that our line is cursed. That we are not meant to keep our wives for long, and that our sons will grow without the love of a mother. If such a sorrow came to pass...
[He trails off. Legolas won't say the words, but he did not know if he could ever love so deeply again if Erthil were taken from him.]
...Forgive me, father, for all the times I have been unkind to you in doubt of your love for me.
TLDR alslo /makes stuff up about thran's mom dying early too whoops
[Legolas walks over to join his father in looking down at Ferion who was sleeping peacefully. The king's words brought him to thoughts of the past, in part, but also future.]
It was a time of peace when I was born. There was no way to know that the darkness would follow after.
[Or that his mother would be a victim of that darkness so shortly after. The thought of a childhood both without a mother's love and in a time of peril was heartbreaking. He pauses a moment, something on his mind. It was a subject he was reluctant to touch upon, but felt he needed to ever since the young prince was born. And a certain fear... He takes a breath.]
There is much I understand now that I did not before. I dared not ever tell you, but in my youth I heard whispers that our line is cursed. That we are not meant to keep our wives for long, and that our sons will grow without the love of a mother. If such a sorrow came to pass...
[He trails off. Legolas won't say the words, but he did not know if he could ever love so deeply again if Erthil were taken from him.]
...Forgive me, father, for all the times I have been unkind to you in doubt of your love for me.