Practice! With Wellard

[findsthesun]

A young Elf*, dressed in sturdy green and brown cloth and soft leather shoes, walks into the bar.

It can, perhaps, be forgive if his first reaction is wariness and his hand flicks towards the white handled knife at his belt.

Then he laughs.

"A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I have not heard tell of this."

*see (here) for description of Elves, and Legolas in particular.

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[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

Now, let's not believe that Glorfindel wouldn't gleefully tease the young prince right now. While he certainly doesn't hold the violent dislike some Noldorians do towards their Sindarian cousins, he does think they're delightfully easy to tease.

But he's not a cruel elf.

"Nowhere near the circles of Arda, so far as I can tell." He replies instead, calmly. "Though I will admit, I have never found a very satisfactory explanation."

[findsthesun]

Legolas looks back to him, and nods.

He lets out the breath, says "All right," and tries to smile, slightly.

Then: "Could you spare some of that?"

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"No." Glorfindel replies, simply.


There's a rather long pause, while Glorfindel gives Legolas a blankly innocent look.


"I can order you some, however."

[findsthesun]

Legolas can't help it: he laughs.

"A tavern not in the circles of Arda with access to Dorwinion. It is good, then, that my liege has never come here--he would be never leave."

And then Legolas would have to be king.

"If you would be so kind."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Not only have they Dorwinion," Glorfindel drawls, waving over one of the rats, "They have vintage from 3248, which I believe is a particular favorite of the royal court, though the last of in your father's cellars is most likely going sour, if it still exists."

The rat, taking the hint (and the coin Glorfindel has made appear from thin air), scurries off to get that particular vintage.

[findsthesun]

There's a long pause, and Legolas is looking exceptionally confused.

"That was at least 20 full years ago," he says, slowly, "I do think my father has already used them, as they would have soured before I was born."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Would they have indeed?" Glorfindel replies, studiously Not Laughing at the young prince.

Even when the rat returns, carefully balancing the flagon of wine on its head.

"Then I suppose I shall take this, and save you from having to drink it?"

What? Two flagons of very nice Dorwinion is twice as nice as one.

[findsthesun]

"It would be uncommonly rude of me to allow one of my elders to take such a risk on my account," Legolas informs Glorfindel swiftly, rounding the couch, and takes the flagon with a polite murmur of thanks to the rat.

He takes a sip, slow and thoughtful, and considers it. And then takes another, larger one. "It does not taste sour," he tells Glorfindel. "It is actually better than the 2718," he says, and then with a wry glance "Third Age."

[gondolin-noble.livejournal.com]

"Well, I would hardly expect you to be talking about the First, seeing as you were not there, and neither were the grapes." Glorfindel retorts glibly. "The Second, perhaps, but even that has the obvious difficulties."

Namely war, more war, and Legolas still not being alive. Oh well."

[findsthesun]

"I was thinking that perhaps you'd found it from the future," Legolas says, after a moment. "If we are at the end of Time."