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[elvenking]

[He doesn't often get on the network like this. Responding to things, sure, but he doesn't generally have a reason to put himself out there like this. But he needs something to do now that the fledglings are independent. For those who've been around him the last month or so, he's looking better--more color to his face, definitely sleeping and eating more.]

I am Thranduil Oropherion. [Not my name is because Oropherion isn't a name, just a way of sticking out less in a crowd of Firstname Lastnames as opposed to saying son of Oropher and spurring more questions about how does he keep track of who he is without a last name.]

The number of you who have animals may be glad to know I am skilled in beast-lore and bird-lore. I would like to offer my services as such. If ever you believe something is wrong with your animal, or if they seem disturbed, ill, or uncomfortable, do not hesitate to ask for my help.

[Can't even offer his services without making it sound like a command. This isn't nearly as nostalgic as it should be. He's earned some nostalgia at this point.]

For my qualifications, I have done this a great number of years even for an elf, in three separate kingdoms. I am capable of quickly determining the problem and am an expert in their physical languages. ["I talk to animals."] If you wish for a reference, I have worked in this capacity for the lady Morgana these last two months. She might vouch for me.

[Not that he asked her to do so. Surprise!]

There are three young songbirds in the gardens now. Please do not disturb them.

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[endeavors]

Really? [beat.] That's pretty interesting.

[another pause!] So you know a lot about birds-?

[elvenking]

[This guy's so awkward it's cute. Like he's dodging around something and thinks he's good at hiding it.] Do you have a question about them, or is there something else?

[endeavors]

[Him? Hiding something? That's absurd! ...ly accurate.]

I'm just... feeling generally curious, I guess? I've never really thought enough about birds to really know what to ask.

[elvenking]

We all have our domains. What is yours?

[endeavors]

My domain?

[Useless? Who's useless?]

[elvenking]

[He nods.]

[endeavors]

[Erk. Have a bit of self-conscious silence.]

I don't have one.

[elvenking]

[Riiiight. Yeah. He totally believes that.]

You are still young, I think.

[That I think should be taken at face value. He's not really sure about mortal ages.]

[endeavors]

[Most are surprised to find how young Andy still is, especially after they've met him as a husband and father.]

Twenty-three.

[Not that it was necessarily an invitation to state his age, but he still takes it.]

[elvenking]

Is that young, for your kind?

[endeavors]

M-my kind. [A nervous echo. For wolves? Yes. They live for more decades before getting to the point Andy has. It's part of why Carmo's pregnancy shocked their families so much.] Oh - you mean humans?

[Of course he means humans. Ha, ha!]

Guess you could say I'm a young adult.

[elvenking]

Then you have time yet.

[He's trying to be fairly casual. Put the nervous young adult at ease. He's clearly worried about something.]

[endeavors]

[Whatever's making him nervous seems to relax a bit. Just a bit.]

... yeah, you could say that.

[elvenking]

Oh?