[Along the hall walked a tall young man, though he certainly was no Man, dressed in a neat forest green tunic, leggings and thin leather boots. On his back was a quiver filled with arrows and he carried a great bow. After crafting Arya her bow and making her a quiver full of arrows, Legolas had taken to spending more time down at the range. And that was where he had meant to go now.
Of course, that was until he heard the voice of a child. He'd only seen one child int he castle before now, and that was most certainly not counting his loss when he had been a child, so he was quick to glance down towards the voice. Kneeling to her height, the prince gave a smile, trying to look reassuring.]
I'm afraid that you'll not be able to go back, little one. Not anytime soon, I'm afraid.
/totally not late
Of course, that was until he heard the voice of a child. He'd only seen one child int he castle before now, and that was most certainly not counting his loss when he had been a child, so he was quick to glance down towards the voice. Kneeling to her height, the prince gave a smile, trying to look reassuring.]
I'm afraid that you'll not be able to go back, little one. Not anytime soon, I'm afraid.