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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.]

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[ It was wise of his son not to mention the toys, or Erebor. While Thranduil might be civil towards his dwarven neighbors now, there was still little love lost between them at the best of times.

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

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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.

The feels. OH MAN THE FEELS

[elf_king]

[The only hint that Thranduil gives to hearing his son's words is a momentary twitch of his eyebrows, as if he was about to frown. Then a sadness washes over him and he looks away, heading now towards the table for more wine.]

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

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[For a moment, Legolas feels guilty for hoping his father was right - that it was his curse alone and not that of the family line - but he is a father himself now, and all possibilities of Ferion's future are on his mind.

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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[ Thranduil sighs softly, appreciating the subject change, though it also hurt to veer away from it. After all he had been willing perhaps for the first time in a very long time to broach the subject. To keep himself from showing his annoyance, brief though it was, he drank from his wine goblet, letting flavor of the red wine still his tongue for just a few seconds more. ]

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:

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I remember her. She would greet me often as I went out into the gardens to play when I was a child. I will entrust her with the seedling for the night, until it can be set to ground. Will you come to give Ferion and his tree your blessing?

[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.]