{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{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.}

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voice; un: oceanqueen

[freshtilapia]

[ Unfortunately Fish’s attention to the elven king’s angst is completely sidetracked by one thing: ]

... did you get that robe here?

voice

[tauraran]

{Well he can't blame her. The robe is lovely and soft on his perfect Elven skin.}

I did. I found it in one of the shops.

voice

[freshtilapia]

Really now? That's quite the find. Which one?

voice

[tauraran]

It wasn't far from the tailor. I can't say I paid attention to the name. I can escort you, however.

[freshtilapia]

If you don't mind. I'd love that!

[tauraran]

Where shall we meet?

[freshtilapia]

Well... I suppose you reside on Level 2, too? There's a park with a fountain around the residential zone. Hard to miss. Perhaps we could meet there and go from it?

You can call me Fish, by the way. How do I call you, daddy?

[ Absolutely no mistaking how cheeky the voice on the other line is. ]

[tauraran]

I will be there in an hour. {...or will he? Thranduil's eyes flash at the taunt and his lips thin.} My name is Thranduil; I am Elven-King of the Woodland realm.

You will not address me as "daddy".

oof apologies. I had a week of chronic pain.

[freshtilapia]

Very well, your highness.

[ Fish is amused. But at the same time, how they'd love to tease him more if possible. ]

I'll see you soon.

[ Forward to their meeting? ]