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[gondolin_noble]

In the bar, there is an elf. It is actually not a rarity - the elf is somewhat in love with the couch.

There's nothing quite like it in his world. At least not in Arda.

He's keeping mum about the rest of it.

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[calledgreenleaf]

Legolas is in full hunting garb, as he leans over the back of the couch, cheerily.

"I am glad I found you where I was looking," he laughs, "else I should surely have surprised some poor person."

[gondolin_noble]

"Never fear, dear princeling." The elf who is wallowing in the delicious comfiness of the couch makes no move to get up. Or otherwise show respect due to a royal family. "I am sure they would take pity on you and treat you kindly."

[calledgreenleaf]

"Ah, but what if they thought me rude?" Legolas asks, eyebrows raising; "I should be wounded to be taken so by a stranger."

[gondolin_noble]

"I truly doubt you need worry they would form an erroneous opinion of you, little leaflet." He retorts cheerfully.