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- >> ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ғʟɪᴘ << - > ɢʀᴇᴇɴʟᴇᴀғ ʟᴇɢᴏʟᴀs > ᴇʟᴠɪsʜ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍ > ʟᴏᴛʀ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʙʙɪᴛ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ > ᴏᴄs, ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀs ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇᴅ > ʀᴛ?

@SassOfMirkwood The young prince carefully stepped into his father's room through the opened door. It was almost -

@SassOfMirkwood - pitch dark, only the distant light of the silver moon shined through the windows. It was just enough to light the -

@SassOfMirkwood - king's figure, but not his face. Legolas could not tell If he was crying but he felt something was wrong. "Father~ " -

@SassOfMirkwood - He started hesitantly on a soft voice, frozen by the wall, somewhat scared to step closer. He was -

@SassOfMirkwood - scared to see his father broken, to see him shattered in mind and body. That would break him as well.

–; "You are strong like your mother was." @_Elvenqueen_

@SassOfMirkwood Legolas slowly took a step closer just to see his father's tears sparkling on his cheeks in the moonlight. His heart broke at the mere -

@SassOfMirkwood - sight, he wanted to close his eyes and run away. But he walked closer to kneel beside his father's bed, he felt tears gathering in his -

@SassOfMirkwood - eyes as well. "Ada~ " He started almost in a whisper and remained in silence for a long minute. ". . .Amin hiraetha~ " That was all -

@SassOfMirkwood - he could say.

" The most tireless of the Fellowship~ "

|| A L R I G HT, trying to get this account back to life! - am seeking for SLs! - OCs and Crossovers are very much welcomed, there’s only one need: be descriptive! RT this and I’ll shoot you a DM! Or just DM me right away!

Gif starter to @OftheIronHills .

{ Starter for Tauriel } Legolas released the arrow from his bow. The shot flew unerringly across the clearing and imbedded itself in the center of his target. A single vibrant red mark on a tree branch. He was practising. Not like he would needed any more practise. -

- He regularly did this, when he had no guarding or prince duties to fulfil. He nocked another arrow, practically slicing the previous one into two halves. The forest of Mirkwood was peaceful, it was almost silent. Almost. For an elf, silence did not exist, with such keen -

- ears they could even hear ants marching or earthworms crawling under dirt or. . . Someone else trying to sneak upon them. Careful footsteps. Of an elf. And he knew already. “ I can hear you, Tauriel. . “

|; Im so sorry for my lack of presence in here! I know I have replies awaiting! I’m sending them out as soon as possible!