The prince cannot help the laughter that rises from him at that, his own eyes amused at her words and her boldness. "We do try to ensure that our visitors are well entertained, it would do no good for our reputation otherwise." While he would like it to be that there was no darkness upon these woods, Legolas knows that there is little to be done about it. The fact that Ithil and her company have bourn no ill from the encounter is a blessing, though he is not surprised given their abilities. "Let us hope that you never have to, unless of course such a thing you would enjoy?"
While he was rather fond of hunting vile things when the mood struck him, he was not one to assume that all would also follow his lead. Thankfully, he had Tauriel who was, more often than not, up for such endeavours. Though, if Ithil wished for it, he could not see himself denying her it, nor much of anything for that matter. He does not often think himself to be easily taken by emotions, but since meeting Ithil in Rivendell, he has not been able to let the elven warrior out of his mind. It would be strange, if not for the fondness that would bloom in his chest at the memories.
When Rumil runs off with Tauriel, the prince cannot help but laugh."Ithil has shown me what she is capable of, and spoken highly of your abilities I assure you." He gives the elf in question a quirk of a grin before turning back to Ithil, eyes bright. "I am sure it is merely alleged, though I fear, if that is so, we shall not have nearly as much fun as I had hoped." There was much he wished to show Ithil in his home, and more than some of it would require some element of mischief. Which, for most, would not be surprising. Though the prince had been less mischievous as of late, they might not appreciate the spike in his endeavours.
As the rest move forward, and Ithil thanks him, the prince finds himself caught by the soft touch and way she fell into step so easily. "It is my pleasure, I assure you. I have quite longed to see you again, I must tell you. The letter may soothe any of my father's ire, but I am just pleased to see you again." And it is the truth, completely and whole heartedly at that. Legolas could not see his father being too upset if he was so pleased with the turn of events. Even Tauriel in conversation with Rumil seemed happier, and a king could not argue with pleased subjects.
Legolas notes her gaze on the trees, the way that she lingered behind, and he was more than pleased to linger with her, to spend more time with her now that he was given the chance. His laughter was lighter, more easy, with her here and Legolas could not help but think that he would like it to stay that way a while longer. When she commented on the trees, the prince finds himself making a strange face, amusement clear in his face. "If that is what you wish to call it. They are more artistic when we get farther in, away from the worst of the darker magic that is so common here."
And that is the only thing he does not like, that there is such an evil at work in these woods, unlike Lorien and Rivendell. That they must battle everyday to keep the darkness at bay, and yet he would have it no other way.
Especially with Ithil here, fingers entwined with his own. He has barely been able to fathom that, when she is closer still, lips upon his before she is gone again, leaving him just a little bit wanting. Legolas laughs, quiet but honest at her boldness, knowing that the others of their company would be more than entertained by their endeavours. But that is of no concern to him, not right now. He watches with wonder as she alights to the trees so gracefully. It does not take him long to follow.
"But of course I will show you." He climbs up to meet her, moving swiftly to steal another kiss just as quickly. "Unless you would rather go alone?"
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While he was rather fond of hunting vile things when the mood struck him, he was not one to assume that all would also follow his lead. Thankfully, he had Tauriel who was, more often than not, up for such endeavours. Though, if Ithil wished for it, he could not see himself denying her it, nor much of anything for that matter. He does not often think himself to be easily taken by emotions, but since meeting Ithil in Rivendell, he has not been able to let the elven warrior out of his mind. It would be strange, if not for the fondness that would bloom in his chest at the memories.
When Rumil runs off with Tauriel, the prince cannot help but laugh."Ithil has shown me what she is capable of, and spoken highly of your abilities I assure you." He gives the elf in question a quirk of a grin before turning back to Ithil, eyes bright. "I am sure it is merely alleged, though I fear, if that is so, we shall not have nearly as much fun as I had hoped." There was much he wished to show Ithil in his home, and more than some of it would require some element of mischief. Which, for most, would not be surprising. Though the prince had been less mischievous as of late, they might not appreciate the spike in his endeavours.
As the rest move forward, and Ithil thanks him, the prince finds himself caught by the soft touch and way she fell into step so easily. "It is my pleasure, I assure you. I have quite longed to see you again, I must tell you. The letter may soothe any of my father's ire, but I am just pleased to see you again." And it is the truth, completely and whole heartedly at that. Legolas could not see his father being too upset if he was so pleased with the turn of events. Even Tauriel in conversation with Rumil seemed happier, and a king could not argue with pleased subjects.
Legolas notes her gaze on the trees, the way that she lingered behind, and he was more than pleased to linger with her, to spend more time with her now that he was given the chance. His laughter was lighter, more easy, with her here and Legolas could not help but think that he would like it to stay that way a while longer. When she commented on the trees, the prince finds himself making a strange face, amusement clear in his face. "If that is what you wish to call it. They are more artistic when we get farther in, away from the worst of the darker magic that is so common here."
And that is the only thing he does not like, that there is such an evil at work in these woods, unlike Lorien and Rivendell. That they must battle everyday to keep the darkness at bay, and yet he would have it no other way.
Especially with Ithil here, fingers entwined with his own. He has barely been able to fathom that, when she is closer still, lips upon his before she is gone again, leaving him just a little bit wanting. Legolas laughs, quiet but honest at her boldness, knowing that the others of their company would be more than entertained by their endeavours. But that is of no concern to him, not right now. He watches with wonder as she alights to the trees so gracefully. It does not take him long to follow.
"But of course I will show you." He climbs up to meet her, moving swiftly to steal another kiss just as quickly. "Unless you would rather go alone?"