[He knows it hurts his father, but there was nothing else that could be done. Even if Legolas could endure more centuries of the longing itself, there was still too great a sorrow. His choice was made for him.]
Soon. Perhaps a fortnight. I have already long delayed. If I linger much longer I fear...
[There's a deep breath and a long pause before the prince reaches up to open a few clasps on his shirt so that it hung half open. His back is to his father at first.]
I do not wish to show you my secret, yet you should know why I must make such haste.
[When he does turn he's bare chested, and holding a hand just over his heart. Eyes fixed to the floor, he slowly lowers his hand. There is a spot where his skin translucent, his sternum, rib cage and beating heart underneath can be seen. If Legolas did not want to fade, he had to leave for the Undying Lands, or be bound to Middle-earth forever in his grief.]
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Soon. Perhaps a fortnight. I have already long delayed. If I linger much longer I fear...
[There's a deep breath and a long pause before the prince reaches up to open a few clasps on his shirt so that it hung half open. His back is to his father at first.]
I do not wish to show you my secret, yet you should know why I must make such haste.
[When he does turn he's bare chested, and holding a hand just over his heart. Eyes fixed to the floor, he slowly lowers his hand. There is a spot where his skin translucent, his sternum, rib cage and beating heart underneath can be seen. If Legolas did not want to fade, he had to leave for the Undying Lands, or be bound to Middle-earth forever in his grief.]