prismatica | {Video; UN: elvenking}

Entry tags:

{Video; UN: elvenking}

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

{He chuckles, which should tell her she has been successful in her endeavor to charm him further.}

I would be honored. Those from my world are not nearly as colorful as you.

{Unless they include the Vala and Maia - who can take on any shape or color they please.}

Have you developed an appetite for meat?

[A faint smile. She knows. It's not the same as her parents or siblings raising their human children, or any other race raising their kin. But Aurene was special to her and there was a connection that made her feel motherly towards the now crystal dragon who was far more powerful than even Ana can imagine.]

No, no that... that makes a lot of sense, actually. I knew that, I was told time doesn't move when we're here, but I still worried over my family. My guild. Even if two of them are here now I'll probably still find myself concerned over the rest of them.

{Thranduil's problem isn't about said dragon being a different species; his problem stems from the fact that he was nearly burned to death by a dragon. Without his glamor, he is not a pretty sight (and frankly it's a wonder he lives at all).}

Our hearts are not rational. {And some part of him will always think of Legolas as the tiny babe he held in his arms.} What does your guild represent?

I'm more accustomed to people being brightly coloured like myself. Unless they're human.

Sanguis tends to bring with it a desire for blood... Though this body doesn't seem to appreciate my typically vegetarian diet.

Edited 2020-08-02 22:08 (UTC)

Well, it was ten thousand years ago, but I was... asleep for most of that time.

[ Allura isn't sure if he'd know what cryostasis is or not, but she's guessing it's the latter. ]

I am sorry for your loss.

But... where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Allura of Planet Altea.

I am very sorry, Your Majesty. It must be difficult, to not know.

Edited 2020-08-02 22:45 (UTC)

Yes.

My son is here. [ Adopted, but family in all but blood. But is that really a comfort? ]

[ Have some music, Thranduil! Maglor's working, but as he plays music...he'll just...share it with his lover/mate/whatever the heck they are. No words, only the soft thrum of strings.

He also misses his children. Perhaps just a little more now, with Arwen's arrival. ]

{Ten thousand! Thranduil's brows rise in shock.}

I must say, you do not look ancient. An Elf of those years from my world would have seen Arda from her earliest days!

{He bows his head, a strand of gold escaping his braid.}

And I am sorry for yours. Well met, Princess. I am King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm.

I am not of the race of Men. I am an Elf. {He turns his head to let her see his pointed ears.} My race was created after the Valar and the Maiar.

{Which makes them, basically, the oldest race walking/living on Arda.}

No, it wouldn't. Listen to what it tells you; I do not think you will thrive on vegetables.

Thank you. {Seeing her brightens his mood.} It must be a curse all parents bear.

What is your son like? {Family is family. Thranduil would not think less of a child he rescued and fostered, though they, of course, would be unlikely to inherit his throne.}

{The music earns a sigh and he relaxes back in his chair, closing his eyes. He doesn't need to see Maglor to know his gift, his talent...

Those fingers working on strings as beautifully as they had worked on him.}

I want to spend the evening with you.

[ She gives him a soft look. ]

Would it be making you feeling better to speak about him? There are no distraction strong enough with this issue, or I would be offering such.

I've been told that they won't notice our absence as time stops at home, but I'm not sure I believe it.

[His glowing red eyes dart down to the two roughly done string bracelets tied on his wrist, one pink and one purple.]

It's about the only thing I'm holding onto for sanity sake. That and the fact that they have their mother who is infinitely better suited to raise them than I am.

Kind. Polite. Strong.

[ There's subtle pride in Wangji's voice, and something rather soft to his eyes. But otherwise, his expression is as stony as ever. ]

[ He hears that sigh and knows he's succeeded. He plays tirelessly, the quiet noise of a busy cafe in the background, but his music seems to dominate despite the quiet volume of it.

The comment has him chuckle a little. ]

You know where to find me.

Yes, ten thousand, though as I mentioned, I was asleep. I do not have even thirty lived years to my name.

[ At the mention of his name, Allura's brows also arch very slightly. Where has she heard it before...? Oh, wait! Hadn't Fjord said this was the one who touched his ears without first asking? But she schools her features quickly. He seems nice enough, but perhaps that's thanks to the topic at hand. ]

Well met, King Thranduil. I'm sure you must miss your home. Hopefully your stay has not been unpleasant thus far?

Whether that is true or not, my concern remains. Logic has never dictated emotions.

{He wishes he could use logic to ease his fears, but alas. Thranduil observes the Man, startled, momentarily, by those red eyes.}

Yes, mothers often have a gift we lack. I was sorry my son lost his mother at such a tender age.

{To think he is relying on the kindness of a Fëanorian! Oh how far he has fallen. And yet he doesn't mind.}

In my bed?

Then you have taught him well. {Legolas has those traits - save perhaps the polite one - in spades. Maybe he didn't fail so utterly as a father.}

I am sorry he is in a place like this.

I'm not sure about that.

You and I have yet to meet in person. I would like to know more about you and your race.

{And, yes, he will speak of Legolas. His little Greenleaf.}

[ Is it reliance when they both seek it out? When they both feel that need? ]

Tonight. And over the next few days, by the feel of it. Might want to clear your schedule, Elven King.

Ah I see. Why were you put into such a long slumber?

{Yes, that does sound like him. Fjord had disturbed him, at first, until he had gotten to know him. Now he finds himself feeling almost fond of the Half-Orc, which is saying quite a lot for any Arda Elf.}

I have not been taxed and I did enjoy searching for treasure. When the Iris phase comes, I may feel differently.

I had help. Guidance. [ His sect, his family, all had hands in raising Sizhui while he was...away. ]

Mm. [ A quiet noise of gratitude for the condolence. ]

I am sorry you are parted from your son.

[ However. ]

Faith in his skill to stay safe without you.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 2 of 13

{Video; UN: elvenking}

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

video; manacookies

[Video]

[Private Voice]

no subject

no subject

video

[Video]

[Private Voice]

no subject

video

[Video]

[Private Voice]

no subject

video

[Private Voice]

[Video]

no subject

[Private Voice]

no subject

[Video]