Practice! With Wellard
Jul. 9th, 2009 09:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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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Date: 2009-07-18 05:16 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-07-18 10:07 am (UTC)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."
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Date: 2009-07-20 05:30 am (UTC)Namely war, more war, and Legolas still not being alive. Oh well."
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Date: 2009-07-20 06:21 am (UTC)