[ Valinor has been nothing but kind to him so far, Legolas thought. When he wasn't out and about exploring with Gimli, he was meeting the other elves, slowly getting to know all those who have sailed far earlier before him or those who have never left. Never having seen the light of the trees, he can only but admire all those who had. Their glow such that it could almost outshine the stars, skin fair and their beauty immense.
The parties held in the various houses and courts, on the other hand, were most amusing and entertaining for him. It seems the constitution for wine that himself and his father possessed (or perhaps developed was the more accurate descriptor here) was still a rare trait among the elves, even the high elves of Aman. There he stood for the moment alone and unharassed, with a goblet of wine in one hand, perfectly sober among the many tipsy elves and smiling fondly. Some faces were already familiar, some others not quite, and yet others familiar only from the stories he had been told as an elfling, the rare times his father could sit him down and actually get him to listen. Those he had looked upon with great reverence, that is right up until he's approached by one of such.
To his credit, Legolas doesn't stutter or flush right away, he merely turns to glance behind him with a cocked eyebrow if there isn't anyone there instead and when he returns his look to the one he recognised as Fingon, he smiles politely and inclines his head in a greeting just as polite as his smile in the language commonly spoken here. He had to learn, of course, but it came easy. Much like a lot of other things. ]
Fingon, gimmie tipsy flirting!
The parties held in the various houses and courts, on the other hand, were most amusing and entertaining for him. It seems the constitution for wine that himself and his father possessed (or perhaps developed was the more accurate descriptor here) was still a rare trait among the elves, even the high elves of Aman. There he stood for the moment alone and unharassed, with a goblet of wine in one hand, perfectly sober among the many tipsy elves and smiling fondly. Some faces were already familiar, some others not quite, and yet others familiar only from the stories he had been told as an elfling, the rare times his father could sit him down and actually get him to listen. Those he had looked upon with great reverence, that is right up until he's approached by one of such.
To his credit, Legolas doesn't stutter or flush right away, he merely turns to glance behind him with a cocked eyebrow if there isn't anyone there instead and when he returns his look to the one he recognised as Fingon, he smiles politely and inclines his head in a greeting just as polite as his smile in the language commonly spoken here. He had to learn, of course, but it came easy. Much like a lot of other things. ]
A star shines on the hour of our meeting.