Three days rolled by quicker than Gavin and Elentir would have expected. Before Gavin knew it, the chaos before that was pre-Legolas spun into an even more out of control state. Elentir was more than worried and excited about his dear friend coming. That Wednesday morning, Gavin woke up a bit late to find Elentir gone. He had even taken the day off for this wonderful Legolas's arrival. Gavin scoffed and made himself some coffee, as Elentir had forgotten about him. He had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time that happened. Just as he sat down, the buzzer rang. "Gav, you awake? Legolas is here!"
Anne decided to stop by that day in order to completely patch things up with Elentir. She had brought over a bundle of flowers he seemed interested in when in her office one day. She knocked on the door, having forgotten about the visitor as well. Seeing that it was after lunch, she thought at least Gavin would be there. It was Gavin who opened the door just a crack. "Afternoon, Gavin," she greeted quietly, "is Elly home? I brought him one of my old azaleas…he was…" Her voice trailed as she noticed Gavin nervously glancing over his shoulder. "Gavin? Is everything all right?"
"Yes," he muttered back, "yes, just come in. You've picked quite a day to visit." Anne smiled back briefly and stepped into the apartment. What she would find next would be her most alarming discovery. Sitting on the couch was a young man who was definitely from Elentir's raising. She felt her stomach completely turn-over, the same way it did for the first elf but with a more vibrant kick to it. This certain tipped-eared lord was breath-taking in features. He was hunched over Elentir's famous bow, hard at work and scowling softly in concentration. His garbs were silver and green, a bit different from Elentir's own, and his mane was braided into fine ropes at each temple, also different. Gavin sat at the window as if nothing was different, as if this strange and beautiful creature was something only Anne saw. She swallowed, set the plant down upon a table, and shyly stepped forward.
"H-Hello," she greeted to the elegant visitor. He continued to work, masterful fingers tying rapidly. "My name's Anne…I-I'm a friend of Elentir's, well, I work…I work with him too…" Her hands were shaking as he lifted the bow to inspect his work. Nothing but this elf and the bow seemed more complete. Confused, she looked to Gavin. "Can he understand anything I'm saying?" she whispered, walking closer to her friend but keeping an eye on the elf.
"Yes, I can." Her cheeks flushed red as he answered quickly in a melodic voice sweet enough to rival Elentir's tone. "I'm just rather busy at the moment." Gavin hid a smile as Anne felt her confidence wash away out her toes.
"Oh," she said softly, "I…I'm sorry…" Suddenly, a familiar form brushed by her. Elentir strode from the kitchen and took a seat next to his childhood companion. When they were together, fighting softly in Elven about the care of the bow which laid across their knees, she could see how they were dear friends. Elentir glanced up and grinned.
"Hello, Anne, have you met Legolas?" She blinked.
"Legolas," she repeated, liking the way the name sounded. "Uhh…yes." Legolas quirked a sly smile and muttered something back to Elentir, which caused the first to chuckle as well. Elentir glanced up and stood. "What's that on the table?"
"You said you liked my azaleas," she quietly explained. He smiled wider and picked up the small jar.
"Thanks, Anne, they're beautiful. I'd get you some tea, but I was just about to leave; we're out of eggs." Legolas grunted softly as a string broke on his bow. "I'll be back in a minute." He gave another quick grin before disappearing into the front hall. Anne nervously smiled back and sat down next to Gavin. Legolas inspected his work, frowned, and set the bow aside. As he looked around him, she could see his incredibly bright eyes for the first time.
"When did you get here, Legolas?" Anne bravely asked. He half-smiled and shrugged.
"This morning. It's a long trip."
"Are you from Neverwinter, too?"
"No." Gavin offered his mug to Anne, who eagerly turned it down. "Mirkwood." She watched the prince stand and enter the kitchen; pots and pans began to rattle before the familiar gears of the coffee machine began.
"Sort of an odd character, isn't he?" Gavin quietly asked Anne. She turned, still a bit confused, and nodded.
"More like…rude…I mean, has Elentir been on his feet the whole time what's his name has been here?" Gavin shrugged and watched the doorway for when Legolas would return.
"I've been sitting here for most of the morning, and the guy's said six words to me. He could just be incredibly shy, but I think Elentir said he was just getting used to the place." Legolas gracefully returned and dropped onto the couch, carrying coffee in a bowl. "And he loves coffee."
"What?" the elf asked, pausing before a drink. Gavin smiled and shook his head.
"Nothing."