Practice! With Wellard
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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: 2009-07-29 08:20 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2009-07-29 03:02 pm (UTC)"Yes," Legolas agrees, mournfully. "I have heard tales lamenting this."
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Date: 2009-07-30 06:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-07-30 12:48 pm (UTC)