askmirkwood: Legolas couldn’t help but to smile as Gimli chided him again for providing a runn
askmirkwood: Legolas couldn’t help but to smile as Gimli chided him again for providing a running commentary on the colours and beauty of the forest path. He pondered how he could best explain how such a thing had become second nature to him before they arrived at the Elvenking’s Halls. His father had lost his sight before the Prince was born, and it was just a part of day to day life; as unobtrusive as breathing. He supposed a newcomer would find it odd. His father-king who had commissioned a pile of canes and staffs, who clicked when he walked sometimes. And when he was on the archery range. Some had tried to express their pity for the elf who read with his fingers, not knowing that he was unwinding from sparring with his son. Blindfolded or not, the Prince had yet to beat him. And they would never know that Thranduil made time every season to weave flora onto their crowns, and time every morning when his son was small to braid his hair. He knew Legolas’s footfalls from corridors away. And the few times his son had stepped in front of a mirror to allow their Ósanwe to give the King a mind’s eye view of his son; he had told the young elf that he never wanted to hear of him seeing anything negative in the glass. That a good heart and willful spirit were things that transcended any earthly sense. He chuckled. “You shouldn’t tease, Gimli. It’s a very contagious habit for those who stay here.” So I doodle while trying to fic. -hides- -- source link