The prying eyes were not a concern for Legolas nearly as much as it was for Ithil, but that did not mean that he would breech the gap between them. Rather , he was enjoying the banter between them, the lightness in her eyes that came with their exchange of words and the promises of things to come. “Perhaps we can find something that involves fewer legs and webs to amuse ourselves, even orcs are more pleasant than the spiders.” And he does speak the truth, though there is jest in his offer to seek out orcs as a way to pass time. Surely they could find a better way.
There was enough ability between the two of them that, no matter what they came across, there was good chance they could overtake it. That was not licence for them to seek out trouble, but in these woods, trouble was not hard to find unfortunately. Legolas did not have a memory of a time when darkness did not creep along the boarders, though his father tells him that it was once different, before the shadow of Dol Goldur fell on the woods. It should worry him though, that he would leave his home so easily for her, that the thought of going out into the world did no bring him unease as it had once done. Perhaps that told him more than he ever needed to know.
Even his relationship with Tauriel, which was a fast bond indeed, could not match the intensity with which he felt for Ithil. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. He cannot help the laughter that springs from him so readily when she speaks of Rumil’s approval, when she hints at there being greater things, greater amusement to come. “I do not fear disappointment, not with you, Ithil.” Which was the truth indeed. Even the prospect of Rumil attempting something ridiculous with his father is not enough to discourage him. “Perhaps that would not be wisest, though there yet may still be some humour left in him, I do not know.”
Legolas holds a great love for his father, but the loss of so much has taken a toll on the being he once was. His thoughts of his father do not last long however, not with Ithil speaking and looking so radiant. “I only speak the truth, and I hope you would not think that I speak otherwise. As for my father, if you bear good tidings, there shall be little issue.” He pauses a moment, a twitch of his brows. “Though he will probably have much to say about nothing I am sure.” His father’s disdain and distrust of other elves, whilst not as bad as his father, was certainly not something that was going to make this interesting.
Following Ithil up into the trees, Legolas can nearly feel his spirit getting lighter. Soon enough, he thought he should be walking on air if this were to continue. The stolen kiss only adds to his elation, soft laughter escaping as he balances perfectly on a branch. “Is that so, well then I can hardly wait to hear what you might have to say.” He smiles again, eyes darkening slightly at the smile he receives in return.
This game they start, he knows, will only entertain them more. Will only make this feeling that is growing in the pit of his stomach grow bolder, make him grow bolder. It should terrify him that, after all this time, he should feel so much and so strongly about someone that, in all truth of the matter, he knew so little about. Their time in Imladris was brief, but it seemed like all the time he would ever need. The fact that she was here, in his realm, made things even better.
More laughter from him, eyes bright with amusement as he moved gracefully and slowly from branch to branch, working around Ithil rather than away from her. “I fear you would be right, it would be the most unfair as I can run these woods without sight at all.” And it was not a lie or exaggeration. These woods were his and he had made a point, from a young elfling, to know them inside and out. He may never rules these woods, and hoped that he did not, but that did not stop him from wanting to know them as best he could. He would protect them as well, and you cannot protect what you do not know.
“Perhaps we should just—“ He pauses, smile growing even as she tugs on one of his braids. He leans in at that, smile inches from her own, eyes just as bright. “Perhaps we should just wander amongst the trees then? I can show you some of the better views, I assure you.” There is a growing bubble of contentment at her words, the admittance of her being just as swept away as himself. “I enjoy such boldness, and it is nice to know I am not alone in this…”
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There was enough ability between the two of them that, no matter what they came across, there was good chance they could overtake it. That was not licence for them to seek out trouble, but in these woods, trouble was not hard to find unfortunately. Legolas did not have a memory of a time when darkness did not creep along the boarders, though his father tells him that it was once different, before the shadow of Dol Goldur fell on the woods. It should worry him though, that he would leave his home so easily for her, that the thought of going out into the world did no bring him unease as it had once done. Perhaps that told him more than he ever needed to know.
Even his relationship with Tauriel, which was a fast bond indeed, could not match the intensity with which he felt for Ithil. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. He cannot help the laughter that springs from him so readily when she speaks of Rumil’s approval, when she hints at there being greater things, greater amusement to come. “I do not fear disappointment, not with you, Ithil.” Which was the truth indeed. Even the prospect of Rumil attempting something ridiculous with his father is not enough to discourage him. “Perhaps that would not be wisest, though there yet may still be some humour left in him, I do not know.”
Legolas holds a great love for his father, but the loss of so much has taken a toll on the being he once was. His thoughts of his father do not last long however, not with Ithil speaking and looking so radiant. “I only speak the truth, and I hope you would not think that I speak otherwise. As for my father, if you bear good tidings, there shall be little issue.” He pauses a moment, a twitch of his brows. “Though he will probably have much to say about nothing I am sure.” His father’s disdain and distrust of other elves, whilst not as bad as his father, was certainly not something that was going to make this interesting.
Following Ithil up into the trees, Legolas can nearly feel his spirit getting lighter. Soon enough, he thought he should be walking on air if this were to continue. The stolen kiss only adds to his elation, soft laughter escaping as he balances perfectly on a branch. “Is that so, well then I can hardly wait to hear what you might have to say.” He smiles again, eyes darkening slightly at the smile he receives in return.
This game they start, he knows, will only entertain them more. Will only make this feeling that is growing in the pit of his stomach grow bolder, make him grow bolder. It should terrify him that, after all this time, he should feel so much and so strongly about someone that, in all truth of the matter, he knew so little about. Their time in Imladris was brief, but it seemed like all the time he would ever need. The fact that she was here, in his realm, made things even better.
More laughter from him, eyes bright with amusement as he moved gracefully and slowly from branch to branch, working around Ithil rather than away from her. “I fear you would be right, it would be the most unfair as I can run these woods without sight at all.” And it was not a lie or exaggeration. These woods were his and he had made a point, from a young elfling, to know them inside and out. He may never rules these woods, and hoped that he did not, but that did not stop him from wanting to know them as best he could. He would protect them as well, and you cannot protect what you do not know.
“Perhaps we should just—“ He pauses, smile growing even as she tugs on one of his braids. He leans in at that, smile inches from her own, eyes just as bright. “Perhaps we should just wander amongst the trees then? I can show you some of the better views, I assure you.” There is a growing bubble of contentment at her words, the admittance of her being just as swept away as himself. “I enjoy such boldness, and it is nice to know I am not alone in this…”