A Spring without a Winter

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Who: Celeborn & Whomever else joins.
What: It's always best to hone your skill for war during times of peace.
When: Afternoon
Where: The Park
Rating: PG-13


A pain shot through Celeborn's arm as he swung his sword. It would seem that months of no practice left his unprepared for today's vigorous training. While some would say he has no need to take up the sword again, Celeborn is quick to say otherwise. His stay in this realm left him with bitter distaste. He would much rather be returned home with his wife than left to linger here another day. While to some this realm is more like a paradise than a prison, Celeborn couldn't help but feel the latter. To him, Paradisa is nothing more than a gilded cage. A sordid reminder of his failing as husband and a leader. He believes that if he was more capable, they would've won their freedom by now.

The silver blade he carries must've been a gift of some kind. Perhaps some way for this realm to coax him into submission, but thankfully Celeborn isn't easily bribed. Now rubbing his aching shoulder, the Silver Lord stops briefly to observe his surroundings. The snow that fallen completely coated the once green fields of the park; making it look like a winter wonderland. While most probably don't find this dreary wintery setting to be worth admiration, Celeborn found himself doing just that. He always preferred the coming of Rhîw above all seasons.

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The Lord of the Galadhrim was quick to greet Legolas once the youth came near. Celeborn knew that facing Thranduil's heir within a duel would prove to be rather interesting. While the Elvenking certainly has more than enough quirks to render him unlikeable by most; Celeborn knew Thranduil's son would not be without skill in combat. This was why he accepted the prince's challenge with a slight bow.

"Only you offer yourself as my opponent, Legolas."

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If only he could challenge the Silver Lord. Unless of course, there were a blacksmith in town that could offer him an acceptable blade to purchase. Nothing, of course, would match the beauty and strength of an elven blade but it would be better than nothing. He would prefer his own weapons though and he was sure that none would blame him for such a desire.

"I've no blade to put against yours. The castle saw fit to return me only my bow. Unless of course you would be patient enough for me to go into the town and find an acceptable weapon."

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Celeborn waved his hand dismissively at the thought. "No." He sternly declined. "If the wielder possesses no kinship with his sword, then the blade itself is rendered as useless." It would make little sense for him to spar Legolas now. Without a suitable blade to match his Elven crafted sword, the prince would stand very little chance of defeating him. The odds would he shifted in Celeborn's favor, and that wouldn't be fair.

"Instead, I propose we spend our time admiring the outdoors." The Silver Lord paused briefly before another chuckle hummed upon his lips. "That is unless you still fancy wine above all things else, ioneg." He's hinting to that week he had to spend as Legolas' caretaker.

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Perhaps the castle would be gracious enough to give him his swords another day. Perhaps even his begetting day, though he'd not even thought of that day in a great many years. If it weren't for the memory their kind were gifted with, he'd have forgotten when it was. All the same, he would later go to find a blade to train with and commission a pair like his own be made. The young prince was not entirely comfortable with having only his bow for defense.

"That would be-" Legolas cut of, looking blankly at Celeborn for a moment before his ears started burning in embarrassment. For a moment, he looked like the pouting little elfling that Celeborn and Galadriel had found in the kitchen but he quickly straightened up and tried to retain what dignity he had left.

"The wine here is not entirely satisfying. I would prefer to enjoy the time out here."

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Looking absolutely humored by Legolas' response, Celeborn decided to ease on his jest before the younger prince bursts into theatrics. He could only imagine the hell the little prince must've reaped on Thranduil during his youth. "I'm more than grateful to see you returned to normal." He replied with a faint smile.

"I had quite the time trying to convince you of a proper bedtime." Much like his daughter when she was very young, Legolas would forsake sleep in hopes of snatching cookies and other treats out from the pantry. The little elf was quite the nuisance, but it didn't help that Celeborn would sneak Legolas' treats whenever Galadriel wasn't looking.

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"As am I. I've certainly changed quite a bit from the little imp I once was."

His childhood was, likely, a subject that Thranduil wouldn't touch upon with ease. Legolas had certainly been a handful as a child, so much so that he'd once been taken out in the forest to see just what else his father and his people had to worry about without the prince getting himself into trouble on an almost daily basis.

"As a child, I recall that it was nearly impossible for anyone to enforce a 'bedtime' for me." A devious twinkle appeared in his eyes as he grinned to the lord. "I often snuck out of bed when I'd thought enough time had passed since I'd gone."