"Ugh, I thought I'd left the formal court robes behind in Armenolos!" He looks like an elf - but not quite. There's something a little off. A little more solidly built, perhaps. A bit less... glow-y. (Perhaps it's the faintest hint of grey in his hair, or the suggestion of laugh-lines in the corner of his eyes). But he seems very used to the clothing, rifling quickly and efficiently through the racks of clothes to find things that fit.
"Hm. What do you think of this overrobe - too much with the crown? I can always leave the crown behind... "
He'd prefer to, really.
Courtly Chaos - Two
He moves through the chaos as if born to it (because he is, in many ways, trained in youth and young adulthood in both the old formal Noldorin court manners, as well as the more fluid Sindarin ones), smiling and charming, but with a soldier's gait and gaze, asessing. He dances with the ladies and makes small talk with the men, and those sea-grey eyes miss absolutely nothing, despite the rakish grin on his face.
"Would the lady like a dance?" He'll offer to anyone who looks like they might be a little lonely. Or, "Could I fetch you a drink?"
Elros Tar-Minyatur | Tolkien's Silmarillion
"Ugh, I thought I'd left the formal court robes behind in Armenolos!" He looks like an elf - but not quite. There's something a little off. A little more solidly built, perhaps. A bit less... glow-y. (Perhaps it's the faintest hint of grey in his hair, or the suggestion of laugh-lines in the corner of his eyes). But he seems very used to the clothing, rifling quickly and efficiently through the racks of clothes to find things that fit.
"Hm. What do you think of this overrobe - too much with the crown? I can always leave the crown behind... "
He'd prefer to, really.
Courtly Chaos - Two
He moves through the chaos as if born to it (because he is, in many ways, trained in youth and young adulthood in both the old formal Noldorin court manners, as well as the more fluid Sindarin ones), smiling and charming, but with a soldier's gait and gaze, asessing. He dances with the ladies and makes small talk with the men, and those sea-grey eyes miss absolutely nothing, despite the rakish grin on his face.
"Would the lady like a dance?" He'll offer to anyone who looks like they might be a little lonely. Or, "Could I fetch you a drink?"
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