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Legolas of Mirkwood ([personal profile] findsthesun) wrote2009-07-09 09:56 am

Practice! With Wellard

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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[personal profile] student_of_impossibility 2009-07-23 12:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavi nods and grins. "I do it all the time. My wife approves strongly."

Waving a hand, he reassures the elf, "Not at all. I could use a snack myself. My usual, Bar, if you wouldn't mind?"

Bar helpfully provides him with some bread and olive oil with some spices and herbs mixed in.

"So," Tavi continues as he dips the bread in the oil, "what is cram?"
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[personal profile] student_of_impossibility 2009-07-29 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
Tavi smiles a little sardonically, sensing Legolas' amusement. But he has a dinner later, and is trying to keep from filling up too much. Silly politics.

Tavi nibbles idly on his bread. "I can see how that would be," the young man admits. "Although I also grant that I spent enough time serving with the Legion that I got used to incredibly banal meals."

He makes a face. Serving as a Subtribune Logistica made eating cram look like fun.
student_of_impossibility: (Smirk)

[personal profile] student_of_impossibility 2009-07-30 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I have the experience," he says wryly. "Trust me, tea made when the Legion low is low on water makes those cakes of yours sound absolutely divine."