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Who: Legolas, Thranduil
What: A grandchild, a crown, and shameless NPC making.
Where: Woodland Realm
[The road to Eyrn Lasgalen was a long one - particularly when traveling with an infant. In the end, though rather weary, the group from Ithilien found themselves at the Elvenking's gates.
There was a good deal of activity when they first arrived. Between unpacking, housing the horses, and giving greetings to old friends from home, they were all tired. Erthil was more tired than most, however, having been caring for Ferion on the road this whole time, so Legolas' wife left immediately to rest.
With the chaos finally dying down, and an infant in his arms, Legolas leaves the group to find his father. It had been too long.]
What: A grandchild, a crown, and shameless NPC making.
Where: Woodland Realm
[The road to Eyrn Lasgalen was a long one - particularly when traveling with an infant. In the end, though rather weary, the group from Ithilien found themselves at the Elvenking's gates.
There was a good deal of activity when they first arrived. Between unpacking, housing the horses, and giving greetings to old friends from home, they were all tired. Erthil was more tired than most, however, having been caring for Ferion on the road this whole time, so Legolas' wife left immediately to rest.
With the chaos finally dying down, and an infant in his arms, Legolas leaves the group to find his father. It had been too long.]
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Being called ada by his son, brought a soft smile to his lips. He knew his son would not usually use the phrase as it was childish as he himself would soon bear the phrase off Ferion's lips.]
I understand your reluctance ion nin I too took up the burden of a crown with heavy heart. At least this is not a separation of sorrow, but one of joy. You have found your happiness here in Middle Earth. It just so happens mine lies elsewhere.
They say the best kings are the reluctant ones, for they weigh their decisions carefully and are not swift to act in was that would harm their people. Just promise me that you will not become too marred in your reluctance that you cannot move freely into a brighter world.
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[He stops there, though, and is quiet for another few moments before taking a deep breath, and turning around to look at the couch where his sleeping child lay.]
But if you will allow, I would much like to speak of something would gladdens our hearts, rather than grieves them. You have only just now met my son. Do you not wish to hear more of him? With or without your crown, Ferion is your grandson.
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[He smiles softly then, reaching out to lay a hand on his son's wrist. It is a simple gesture, meant to convey all the feelings and emotions that he cannot easily express after so long of keeping his fear and anger pent up.]
Tell me of your wife as well. Is she happy with you in Ithilien?
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She is at ease in the city of Men. Erthil has an adventurous spirit, enough so that I feel she would be glad to be anywhere, so long as it were at my side.
[That fact would serve her well, when Legolas would have to ask her to relocate once more.]
It is a joy to have her by my side. She is brings laughter and light into my life, and is gentle with me when my heart is troubled. It was also she that chose our son's name, and was kind to remember my family line.
['Ferion' was after all, meant to signify a son of the line of Oropher.]
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Tonight, at the feast I wish to honor her appropriately. Will you attend me in the treasury later and help to pick out something that you think your wife would find suiting? I also wish to give a gift to Ferion. Young though he might still be, there toys brought from Erebor for him.
[ Yes, son he shopped at Erebor for his grandson. Try not to faint. ]
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He will grow far too quickly. One hundred years will pass in what feels like a single breath, I am sure of it. He will thank you properly when he is old enough to play with them.
[He turns now and stands straight, no longer leaning on the railing. Legolas might not have the same fondness for jewels as his father did, but that by no means meant that he didn't enjoy spoiling his wife.]
She favors gold. I feel it reminds her of her home in the Golden Wood.
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The talk of Jewels was something he could at least understand and actually enjoy in. ]
I have an idea as for what we may yet give your bride. I'll show you when we go to the treasury.
[ For now however, he was more inclined to look at his grandson once more, stepping away from the railing and venturing towards where the princeling slept. Just looking on him eased his troubled heart, enough so that some of the worried and woes he wore faded away. ]
I remember when you were so young. I gazed upon you much like Ferion here and I thought long about the world that you would grow into... I hope his world is a far happier one than the one you were given to...
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.
The feels. OH MAN THE FEELS
I do not think it is our line ion nín. At least I hope it is not. I fear it is more my curse. My mother lived a long time with my father in Doriath before it's fall but died in her efforts to see me live... I speak only of it now to assuage your fears. I do not think your Erthil will be struck from you as we are once more in a time of peace... and you have followed a different path to my own.
What can I say? I like the feels XD
He's quiet, now, knowing that such subjects cannot be breached for too long. The soon to be king sits on the sofa gently to further watch his son sleep. He changes topics to put some distance away from his father's memories of sorrow, and his own doubts for the future.]
We brought a beech seedling with us for Ferion. I had hoped to plant it here, instead of Ithilien. Is Amaron the gardener still within the realm, or has he gone into the west?
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No, he has gone west. His daughter Alfirinel has taken over in his stead. She loves trees of our forest home dearly. In fact she treats them as if they were children. If you wish to plant a tree here in honor of your child, she will show you where to plant it and will tend to it as if it were her own offspring.
sorry dad he's used to "we do not speak of this" D:
[Of course, Legolas wasn't expecting a 'no' answer, but it was appropriate to ask... before his father could reply, however, young Ferion stirred with sounds of mild distress. Immediately Legolas goes to him, picking him up and standing to rock him gently.]