Snow wars

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Who: Legolas and anyone really
What: Snowball fights and the maturity level of elves
When: Anytime there’s still snow
Where: Right outside the castle!
Rating: F for fun!!

As an elfling, Legolas could often be found outside Thranduil‘s halls with other elflings and, of course, a group of armed elves just in case goblins or spiders came too near. That‘s not important though. What was important was what the elflings did: have snowball fights.

Legolas was very good at throwing snow and not always just with the other children. Anyone and everyone was a target. His aim with a bow was known to be superb among his people but there were few who didn‘t remember how exact he was with throwing snowballs. And now with how much snow had fallen outside the castle, it seemed that Legolas was drawn to behaving like a child. Dressed in his travel clothes and a cloak, a green one sadly rather than one that might blend in with the snow, he headed outside.

Sure, he was grown by the standards of elven culture but that didn‘t mean he couldn‘t have fun! Look at the parties his dad always threw in the forest.

With snow packed in front of him for defense and a small pile of snowballs ready, Legolas watched the doors of the castle. And when it opened--

If you just felt a snowball pelt you, it’s likely this elf that threw it.

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[willrememberthat]

She covers her mouth for a moment, afraid that she's somehow offended him. But when he continues, she can't help but continue to gawk.

"You're an elf? I thought they were tiny!"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I am indeed, one of the Sindar."

He can't help but laugh a bit. Elves? Tiny? Who ever heard of such a thing! Of course, he doesn't want to be rude. She's obviously not from Middle Earth so he can't actually expect her to know of their kinds of elves.

"Oh no, we're quite tall where I am from. I've never known a tiny elf."

[willrememberthat]

"You don't help Santa, do you?" He's lacking the hat and the striped stockings she'd expect. "I've never seen a real elf before..."

So don't mind the open staring.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"Santa?"

A pause from Legolas, the elf tossing a snowball up and down in the air before grinning. There was one book he'd been given from the library, by Vanyel, about Christmas stories and such. One had been about a fellow garbed in red.

"Ah, I read of him just a week ago! No, I do not. We've no one alike him in Middle Earth and I'd have my own responsibilities if we did."

[willrememberthat]

Someone coming from a place without Santa is strange, but Clem is becoming used to strange. Dead people walking, magical castles, fairy tales coming to life... and elves from a place called Middle Earth. She nods, taking this in stride.

"What's your name? I'm Clementine."

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"Hail and well met, Clementine. I am Legolas of the Woodland Realm."

As he was doing, learning more about other worlds and cultures, celebrations and otherwise. It was becoming more interesting each day if not confusing for all he was learning about this holiday alone.

[willrememberthat]

"Woodland Realm? Do you live in trees?" It's a random guess. Clem likes her fairy tales and fantasy stories, but she's unfamiliar with this kind of elf. Hers are tiny and silly, not pretty like Legolas.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I do not but there are many trees in my fathers realm. We live beneath the ground, in great halls built to keep us safe from the threats that poisoned the forest. Although, they are safe and clear again. We could build flets in the trees if we wish, like they do in Lorien."

That was a thought to remember for when he finally returned to Eryn Lasgalen. Surely those that remained would prefer to live in the forest and among the trees. Although, he doubted his father would approve.

[willrememberthat]

She nods, following along. Then, she scrunches up her face.

"Do elves throw snowballs at people, too?"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"It's usually a game among elflings, the older elves are often too serious to let themselves have such an immature form of fun. Not that it's stopped me, old as I am." He gave her a wink, like it were a secret.

[willrememberthat]

Clementine looks him over. "You don't look that old," she says, because he's old--he's an adult, after all, but he doesn't look TOO old.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"Oh no, I don't. I've looked this same way for centuries and will look so for many centuries more. It's the way my kind exist. Immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings."

[willrememberthat]

"Centuries?" Her eyes widen. She's not sure how long a century is, but it sure sounds like a long time. She does know the meaning of immortal, though.

"So... you never die?"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I'm nearly seven hundred years old, seven centuries. I've looked this same way since I was... around eighty years old." Mostly, anyway. He'd been an adult at fifty and fully matured at one hundred.

"That's right, I won't. I can be killed, from battle or in an accident but otherwise I will live until the very end of the world."

[willrememberthat]

It's difficult for Clem to imagine that, but she thinks it must be hard for adults to imagine that, too. She ventures a little closer, curiously.

"You must have a really good memory."

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I do, much better than that of a human. I can remember a great deal back to my first begetting day."

She seemed young though. Too young to explain begetting, since humans were pretty delicate about that subject.

"And that's similar to a humans first birthday."