@CameToKickAss His smile widened as he pressed his forehead into the others shoulder, his hands cupping either side of his face.
“I am so sorry I hadn’t said anything—“
❝Aye’, you can.
But what fun is it to drink alone?❞
Absolutely no fun.
As much as a stickler as Thranduil might have seemed, let us not forget who hosts the loudest, joist parties on Arda’s precious grass—? https://t.co/r7ACk2dafe
[The smile he produces is quickly hid as he takes a sip from the bottle to seal the toast; of course his father had turned the toast from himself to Legolas.]
I can always drink to myself. https://t.co/zpVJdVMRvA
Thranduil raised his glass as his son did, returning the toast with a small grin that was soon to manifest over his pale canvas.
❝—to the prince,❞ https://t.co/JhBac7tsVY
Let us drink to them being much more than high hopes.
[He lifted the bottle towards his father before giving a curt nod; all hope in his heart that his father would be around for many more ages to guide their people.] https://t.co/l4bn4dM4qA
❝Well, I’m certainly grateful for the high hopes—❞
Eyes watched his bottle of wine fall into his sons hands, to which Thranduil happily claimed his seat upon the throne; majesty. https://t.co/DdHBp272Ad
[With an air of amusement, the young prince removed himself from the seat; fluid motions bringing him to swipe the bottle of wine that had just been abandoned.]
It would take more than all the wine in Middle Earth to bring you to your demise. https://t.co/g9VNyoxe2W
A sight that frightened him, was himself looking up to his son that day perched formally.
A small grin dared to manifest over his all-serious canvas.
“That is if the wine doesn’t kill me first,”
A jest. A mere jest.
It was no lie Thranduil fancied his wine. https://t.co/SpFmyfsE2S
[Swinging his legs in a swift movement, Legolas is now sitting properly upon the throne; blue eyes trained on his father as he holds an air of concern.]
I hope to be following my King for more than a thousand years, father. https://t.co/EYmKm3o3Sf
A small chuff of amusement was caught by the bowl of chalice being lifted to his lips, sipping the bitter liquid.
“—feel old? I’m as limber as the youngest tree, Prince. Fret not, I’ll still be atop that throne for a thousand more years.” https://t.co/iVklVaFoo2
[The elf allows a wispy laugh to leave his lips as he trailed a finger along the intricate design of the armrest.]
Do you feel that old? Perhaps some may think you are. Although you have no need to worry—the years have hardly touched your brow. https://t.co/iSv71Ir7iD
His eyes narrowed at the sight of his son perched atop his throne; he fear this image, yet it brought a sense of pride.
No doubt, his Prince had come a long way, but still had such a long way to go.
“And what does that make myself—? As old as the valar itself?” https://t.co/LjKw84740g
Young in relativity to our kin.
[A slight grin dances across his lips as he watches his father for any sort of reaction as he slips to sit languidly in the chair.]
To others I seem as old is the tallest oaks in our forest. https://t.co/7LOJCAfOSI