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2.1 ❦ voice

[Hey there castle residents, here's a voice you haven't heard for a while. He gets right to the point.]

From the trees and the forest and what birds I can find, and even the new number of pages in this journal, I gather it is no longer spring. Would someone be so kind as to tell me when I do find myself, and if my son is still here?

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_{[ It is rather hard to forget that particular voice, isn't it? Though, he did sympathize - to miss all the pleasurable months and end up coming here in the beginnings of the winter with its snow and cold. Ugh. ]}

According to the Earth-type calendars, it is the last days of November and moving into December, which hosts the Christmas Holiday the Castle is so fond of.

[There is a pause as Thranduil deals with the beginning of a slightly ominous feeling.]

That is the holiday associated with mistletoe and kissing, is it not?

For as many year as I have been here, yes. I would assume it would attempt such tricks again - they do seem a favorite.

I see.

Perhaps I shall remain in the forest, then.

It would be a potential haven, but the Castle's reach is rather long and the winters not terribly kind, even here.

So I would not dissuade you from trying, but I won't say you will be free of it all either.

It would nonetheless be an attempt, and I will say that winter's bite is often less painful for an elf than other races, as I understand it. In any case, there is no reason that a fire can not be built here as well as any place.

True. You would not be the first to live beyond the Castle walls either. I am sure you could find a house abandoned if you like, given so many of our number have gone.

We shall see. Last time I spent some time in a cavern, and managed in my time to make it more homelike than it had been, which is a start.

_{[ Sometimes, he thinks people make things much harder on themselves to
avoid only a little bit of trickery. ]}

I can tell you do not like the Castle's tricks, but you would rather live in a cavern than in a proper bedroom simply to avoid kissing someone?

_{[ Not that he liked being forced more than anyone, but... well, he
would endure it for the sake of his comfortable bed and the warmth of the
Castle rather than the dubious comfort of a cavern. ]}

A cavern instead of a 'proper bedroom' is how I live at home. Admittedly it is different than these, as there has not been much chance to make them lovely, but comfort enough can be brought there.

Suil, adar.

It has been at least six months since last you were here.

[He can't be seen, but a smile can still be heard in his voice.]

Legolas, little one. I do not know if I should be glad or sorrowful that you remain in a place so full of tricks and deceit, but I am glad to hear your voice.

[He's smiling too, he can't help it.]

I have been safe and kept out of trouble. [Except during the carnival.] Where are you? I will come to meet you.

I am in the forest, where I believe I may remain.

I will be there shortly, wait for me!

[He means 'shortly' too, sliding down stairway banisters in the castle and darting across the grounds.]

[Thranduil isn't hard to find - he's near the cavern which he had been slowly converting to be more homelike when last he was here. It was somewhat unkempt after seasons left alone, especially when he had last time abandoned the effort after some little time, but the prospect was once again more attractive by the season.]

[Legolas moves lightly to the cavern, eager to make sure his father is really there. He doesn't stop smiling though, this isn't something the castle would really be able to fake. Or he's sure someone would have mentioned it.]

Adar?

[Thranduil is very near the entrance, and comes out smiling.]

That was fast, little one.

I came as quickly as I could. And slid down the castle bannisters to save time.

[TO hug or not to hug-

Yeah no, he's going to hug his father.]

[Thranduil wraps his arms around his son in turn and smiles, content for the moment to hold him and be held himself. It wasn't as though he had so much else to worry about here, after all, and even if Legolas had not been so very far at home, this wasn't that.]

I'm surprised you didn't fall off, even so nimble as you are.

[Actually, he's surprised too. Especially since that was his first time actually attempting it.]

Luck was on my side, it seems. And my eagerness to see you may have added some focus.

Well I'm pleased. A broken arm or neck would have been a poor welcome.

Poor indeed but that would not have easily stopped me either.

[Injuries, minor or otherwise, hadn't really stopped him when he was a child either.]

[His voice becomes dry.]

It may have, whether you willed or no.

Well, perhaps a little. But I would still have found a way to you.

[He sighs a little and closes his eyes for a moment, then strokes Legolas's hair when he opens them. Here, perhaps. Home he was less certain, in Legolas's case. He had not forgotten his conversation with Galadriel, and for all that she claimed he would be all right, he couldn't imagine he would not be changed.]

[He happily leans against his father, thinking about the months he's missed him. He doesn't think about what's happening in Middle Earth, refuses to really, but he's still sure that he'll come back to his father.]

I have missed you.

Legolas remains here and will doubtless greet you himself. As for the season, you arrive for the second time nearly on the anniversary of your first. It is but a few days from 'December,' as most here mark time.

... I see.

Perhaps, then, I shall remain in the forest until all is over.

[Just ignore the hint of amusement in her voice.] I cannot blame you there.

[There is something slightly wry to his.] It may be no guarantee of safety, but it is perhaps still the closest I am able to come to it.

Should you desire, you would be welcome, though I will admit I have no accommodations as grand as the Lady Galadriel will be accustomed to.

The Lady Galadriel is quite accustomed to making herself comfortable in a wide variety of conditions, I assure you. I would be glad to pay you a visit.

Before I left last time I had begun doing what I could to make it more like home. Obviously leaving was a setback, but some progress has still been made, and hopefully the castle will see fit to leave it alone.

I had no notion that you had begun such a project.

If I was to stay here, and I did, I did not wish to leave it entirely unrefined. I have not made much progress, as yet, but more than enough to prefer it to the games of the castle.

Understandably so. I will confess that I have stayed in the castle more for the benefit for others than for myself. [Meaning that she wants to be nearby when things explode so that she can help.]

Oh hey, you're back. Just in time for kissing season too.

[Dairine isn't quite sure how she feels about this. He was not her favorite elf, not by any means, but he wasn't hostile either.]

I don't know who your son is, but if he's here, you should be able to find his room.

So I have heard.

[And he does not sound particularly pleased by news either.]

Legolas, who I believe you are acquainted with, is my son.

Legolas... You mean the hyperactive blond elf? I guess I can see the resemblance.

[Maybe it'd be easier if she gave Thranduil large quantities of sugar, but no way is she going through THAT again.]

Hyperactive?

[He sounds a little amused.]

Admittedly he can be quite energetic at times, if nothing to what he was as a child, but that is not the word I would use to describe him.

You didn't see his junk food adventure. Believe me, "hyperactive" was putting it lightly.

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