He’s carrying the bird inside, setting it down on the table as he inspects its broken wing with gentle fingers.
“There there, little bird. I will have you fixed.”
“Yes, well, elven architecture is always mesmerizing to those who don’t see it often.”
The king’s hands have clasped behind his back as he continues to observe daemon, dark orbs glinting with a strange curiousity.
“Are you hungry? I will have the kitchens prepare you a meal.”
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“obviously.” daemon replies, his palm exploring the texture of a well crafted wooden bench that attracted his interest. ——— looking arrogant as usual.
“i’ve never been around here before, but i can tell this place is mesmerizing.”
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The elvenking shushes him quietly, humming a lullaby most parents in Valimar would sing to their children in times of distress.
“I know, Legolas. I know.”
His voice is gentle, like silk brushing skin, rocking them slowly to try and offer solace through the tears.
his breath hitched when he was pulled into an embrace, one so … so warm. so full of … / love /.
he’s never experienced that before.
unsure of what to do with his hands, he just clung on and weeped quietly.
“ i miss mother . . ”