[It was a mistake to start off with that. Thranduil doesn't remember the day Legolas was born. September took it. The Elvenking raises his hands to cover his tingling face, heedless of the blood on them.]
I cannot remember, no. I taught him the use of a bow when he was a child. He was ever more a wood-elf than a Sinda, and I was glad of it. I was glad of it.
[And not. Part of him would never stop wanting to revive the glory days of the Sindar in Doriath.]
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[It was a mistake to start off with that. Thranduil doesn't remember the day Legolas was born. September took it. The Elvenking raises his hands to cover his tingling face, heedless of the blood on them.]
I cannot remember, no. I taught him the use of a bow when he was a child. He was ever more a wood-elf than a Sinda, and I was glad of it. I was glad of it.
[And not. Part of him would never stop wanting to revive the glory days of the Sindar in Doriath.]