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Who: Legolas and ANYONE
What: Wandering and Kissmas shenanigans
When: Anytime during December that's not during the Stepford plot, just say when in the header
Where: Anywhere on the grounds, in the forest or in the castle
Rating: G for now

[In the castle]

As little time as Legolas spent inside the castle, sometimes he had the urge to simply explore. It was a large place and he'd spent so much of his time in the forest and exploring already that he felt he should probably know the castle half as well. He was content to find a bottle of wine in the kitchens, something to save for another day and so that he wouldn't have to make a wish of the castle. He already trusted it very little and even less since he'd been turned into a fawn.

The library was nice as well. Plenty of things to read if he ever became bored. He already found a couple of books that seemed interesting but not enough to keep him there too long as company might.

[Castle grounds]

Legolas was most content when he was outside in the fresh air, cloak hanging over his shoulders and walking lightly over top of the snow and leaving it undisturbed. A snowball fight could be imminent if you find him. Or maybe you've found a random snow angel on the ground with no sign of anyone having been there to make them. You can't prove it was him. Or any elf.

[Forest]

The forest was where Legolas made his home. More or less. He would still very much like to see his own home again, once he returned to Middle Earth and finished what he needed to do. Something he hadn't... quite explained to his father yet. The elf was very conscious of where he stepped, careful not to irritate the frighteningly silent trees.

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Here was another person currently dedicated to exploring. Elsa only had a day in the tower before things so suddenly shifted to that bizarre village they had been trapped in for several days, and when that was over and done with, Elsa had to once again isolate herself for a bit to avoid lapsing into an outright panic over the recent flurry of events. So now she's trying to make up for lost time!

Eventually, she found herself in the large library, and she couldn't help but sigh in relief a bit. It may not be the same as the library in her own castle, but there was something comforting about being surrounded by the large shelves filled with countless tomes.

It doesn't take her long to realize she isn't alone here, and she makes a small noise of surprise as she rounds one shelf and finds herself only a few feet away from this stranger.

"Oh! Hello."

Legolas' brows went up just a bit at the sudden appearance of the young woman, unable to resist chuckling softly at her own surprise. Tucking a book back onto the shelf, the elf took a step back, giving her space to walk by him if she wished. He had to try to be polite, especially after giving her a start.

"Hello. I apologize for startling you."

He was only a little sorry, really, but sorry enough.

"Oh, no, don't apologize. I just wasn't expecting to see anyone else here." Okay, so she was a bit startled, but it was through no fault of his.

"There were very rarely other people in the library I frequented back home."

Well, maybe it was a little bit his fault. Elves were skilled and moving soundlessly and Legolas was no exception. Especially when, back in Mirkwood, sound could easily draw spiders. And nobody wanted that.

"It sounds a very lonely library, to my ears. Do you find the difference pleasant?"

"... It was."

With the reduction in the staff that kept the castle well-maintained, that meant that Elsa had rarely seen any of them as they went about their duties in the library. And with her papa busy with his duties and Anna off getting into trouble in the gardens and courtyards, that meant that the only person she tended to run into in the library was her mama. It was lonely.... but not all that bad. Not that she was about to say all this out loud!

"Pleasant? I would say no, but that seems too... negative. It's simply different."

He wouldn't argue with her. It would have been rude to and Legolas wasn't a rude person. And there really was no reason to. It was his opinion that a frequently busy library was pleasant, nothing more.

"Even if you do not find the difference pleasant, I hope that you find the library itself to be so."

If there was one room in this castle Loki would be most interested in finding it was this one. The library. He strolled down the stacks of books looking for anything interesting, or pertaining to their situation here. Not that he believed he would find the answer to escaping in here, but he did feel so much better with the quiet of this place and its paper filled residents. But it seemed there was another visitor here as well. "A Ljósálfar?" His curiosity peeked, he headed towards the man. "Greetings."

Legolas was more looking for books to enjoy than information. He had other priorities to focus on, such as the well-being of Thranduil. When the king needed him. Legolas' movements were silent as he walked through each row of shelves before hearing Loki.

"Ljósálfar?" He repeated the word curiously, letting it roll over his tongue. It's not a word he knows. It did draw his attention to the other though and the elf inclined his head politely.

"Greetings to you, as well."

He sighed. If this was indeed a Ljósálfar he would know his own title. "I had thought you from the lands of Álfheimr, one of the nine realms I am familiar with. You looked like one of those sort. Apparently I was wrong."

Loki didn't particularly like to be in the wrong. Still the man was in the library, hopefully he wasn't a particularly boorish fellow. "I suppose that would just mean there are no preconceived notions between us then and we could come to know each other on our own merits."

"I fear and I'm not familiar with that name. I am from Middle Earth." Though he said it, he knew that the name of the land would mean about as much Álfheimr did to Legolas. Though it bothered him less than it did Loki. And he couldn't help but agree with his sentiments.

"I've no doubt that we will. Please, I am Legolas."

Actually the name made sense to Loki. After all, his people called it Midgard because it inhabited the middle of the world tree, though he suspected the Midgard he knew and the Middle Earth this man hailed from were quite different worlds.

"Well met Legolas. I am Prince Loki of...well it hardly matters where I hail from I suppose."

And these days he hesitated to claim Jotunheim or Asgard. He held hatred for them both in his heart.

And Legolas spoke only of the landmass Middle Earth rather than the world of Arda. Many seemed more familiar with that than anything, thanks to the Lady Galadriel's presence. And apparently his own, once upon a time.

"Majesty." At the introduction, Legolas gave a polite bow from the waist. Not quite so deep as he would give to a king, especially his own, but respectful still.

Loki let a real smile come out at that. It was nice to see someone treating him with the respect he deserved. "You may not be Ljósálfar but you hold to their manners." He gave a nod of respect back to the man, but as much as he enjoyed the respect, a friend or ally would be more useful to him at this time. "As much as I appreciate being addressed properly, it seems such standings matter little here. As such I take no offense to simply being called Loki if you so wish."

He gestured to a small table. "If you have the time, I would be interested in hearing more about your people and the realm you hail from."

It helped a lot when Legolas' own father was king and he spent a great deal of time respecting him as king rather than a father. They had time where they could act as father and son but otherwise, he behaved respectfully.

"I was raised properly, to respect those who hold a station of importance." He had no idea how matters of royal lineage were handled in his world but he knew that, in Middle Earth, mortal races groomed the sons and daughters of kings to inherit the throne.

"Loki then. I would be glad to tell you anything that you would like."

"Which is a rarer thing among the realms I lived than it should be." Loki commented lightly as he sat down.

"I would be willing to tell any tales you wish to hear of the nine realms in return." Loki offered before asking. "How many different races reside in your middle earth?" He was assuming humans to start, for they always seemed to infest any and all Earths and apparently elves as well.

"A shame."

He couldn't really imagine places where such respect was forgotten or disregarded. It was so common in his world, treating others with proper respect, and had been for thousands of years. Through several Ages.

"There are many. The Valar, who were born of the mind of Iluvatar, and the Maiar. And the Firstborn, the race of Elves, who were followed by Men. There are also the the Eagles of Manwe and Dwarves as well of Hobbits, called Halflings by others races, shorter than Dwarves and they grown no beards. And the Ents, Treeherders, they look as though they were trees themselves. Or so I have heard, I have never met an Ent." He spoke animatedly for a moment, seeming very much like a young man despite being several hundred years old. Even so, he was still young among his own people.

Loki listened taking note of all said and the tone it was spoken in. There was much he had never heard of before. That was not much of a surprise. Actually it was far more surprising how much did sound familiar. "Interesting. And they all live upon your Middle Earth. We have much of the same as well, but they all have their own realms. Midgard is home of the mortals, the realms of men. Asgard home of the Aesir, a warrior culture," He left it at that, doing his best to keep bitterness out of his tale, "The Vanir live on Vanaheim known for their wisdom, Álfheimr home of the Ljósálfar or what you would call elves, Svartálfaheimr land of dwarves or Dvergar as they are called and once realm of the Svartálfar, dark elves before they were wiped from existence." He took a breath to steady himself, that pain so fresh. "Vile wretches they were."

He took stock of the realms he spoke up, taking the pause to calm himself. "Then there is Niflheimr a land of ice where naught much lives but giants and monsters, Muspelheim a land of fire demons called Eldjötnar, Hel the land of the Náir, wraiths, corpses and the dead and Jötunheimr land of the Jotun or Frost giants. Terrible monsters. As you can likely tell among the nine realms there are but a few worth traveling within."

He thought back to Legolas's own list. "I know of no realm in which trees would be considered denizens though they do exist in most of the realms. Eagles are most likely found on Midgard but they have not the intelligence to be considered as any more than beasts." He quirked a smile. "Though among some of the realms, the denizens could barely be considered more than that as well."

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