[considering that legolas' only encounter with citrus fruits has been only with their very dried and very sweetened forms, he can hardly understand why the people passing them by are watching with such confusion and, dare he say, abject horror. it smells appetizing enough!
at merry's suggestion, legolas bites off a bit of the rind just to try it. it..... is not entirely palatable, but he doesn't think it'll get him sick, either. but he sets about separating rind from flesh and setting the part he's not eating back into the basket. he'll find some use for it later.] It is strange indeed. I did not think to ask how best to eat this, for I had not expected to find such a strange thing. Or that. [he points to merry's, uh, fruity thing with the butt of the knife.] I think the scent of it familiar enough, but I have never smelt it quite so clean and clear. In Mirkwood we only receive them dried and sugared, as like candies.
[he looks up to the skies, as though he could observe the season from the movement of the clouds. (he cannot.)] I do not know.. We are close to water, or so my ears tell me. I know not what it is, for I fear to look upon its source. If we are by a lake or river, or even the sea [he falters, only slightly] then it would seem cooler. But from what these people are wearing, perhaps it is not so cold.
And if it is to be that my deductions are false, Master Hobbit, you may borrow my tunic. [and that would leave him with, what, an undershirt? some party breeches? how scandalous.]
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at merry's suggestion, legolas bites off a bit of the rind just to try it. it..... is not entirely palatable, but he doesn't think it'll get him sick, either. but he sets about separating rind from flesh and setting the part he's not eating back into the basket. he'll find some use for it later.] It is strange indeed. I did not think to ask how best to eat this, for I had not expected to find such a strange thing. Or that. [he points to merry's, uh, fruity thing with the butt of the knife.] I think the scent of it familiar enough, but I have never smelt it quite so clean and clear. In Mirkwood we only receive them dried and sugared, as like candies.
[he looks up to the skies, as though he could observe the season from the movement of the clouds. (he cannot.)] I do not know.. We are close to water, or so my ears tell me. I know not what it is, for I fear to look upon its source. If we are by a lake or river, or even the sea [he falters, only slightly] then it would seem cooler. But from what these people are wearing, perhaps it is not so cold.
And if it is to be that my deductions are false, Master Hobbit, you may borrow my tunic. [and that would leave him with, what, an undershirt? some party breeches? how scandalous.]