[ it hurts, but it is no longer the ripping pain that first came after legolas being torn away from him. now, it is a tempering ache, one that serves only to remind him of his purpose. so he speaks easily, with fondness. ]
Legolas Thranduilion.
[ he holds back the draped curtain, and lets maia slip through, taking the lead as they make their way through skyhold. they stop only for a moment, at a room off the gardens where thranduil slips inside a room- through the crack of the door: a bed, a chest, a mirror- and he slips back out with a small box. ]
Come, Maia. I am afraid I have no scents other than mine own. I hope you do not mind.
[ he opens the lacquered box, and passes a lump of soap for maia's inspection. it smells of sandalwood and something floral, if dark. he does not turn to reach for it back, instead focusing on the descent into the steamy baths. ] Mind the stairs, Maia.
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Legolas Thranduilion.
[ he holds back the draped curtain, and lets maia slip through, taking the lead as they make their way through skyhold. they stop only for a moment, at a room off the gardens where thranduil slips inside a room- through the crack of the door: a bed, a chest, a mirror- and he slips back out with a small box. ]
Come, Maia. I am afraid I have no scents other than mine own. I hope you do not mind.
[ he opens the lacquered box, and passes a lump of soap for maia's inspection. it smells of sandalwood and something floral, if dark. he does not turn to reach for it back, instead focusing on the descent into the steamy baths. ] Mind the stairs, Maia.