How...Unfortunate

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If Legolas had hoped that his travels with Draconis would aid his worries, he was incredibly wrong. Not that he had suspected that he would be enlightened for any good reason, but he was surprised at just how little he really understood the boy. His need for orders seemed to trump his own well being and safety, and that was truly something he marveled at. Not because it was a good thing, no, but because Legolas had not seen such a thing before in a living creature. He had never seen someone so well groomed that they disregarded their own safety in order to become an obedient puppet. It was almost disturbing, if he was honest with himself, because even the lowliest of animals had a rebellious streak sometimes when it came to their own lives. He was just a bit put upon that it happened to a human...oid...whatever he was. Legolas was still a bit uncertain of what it was that he had contained within him, but he knew him not to be human. Though it was obvious that they did not know that themselves.

While his father and himself were almost certain that this boy was not behaving in this manner because of the Dwarves, he knew that it had to be because of someone...or something. Something had happened, someone had branded him, marred him for life, and entwined within him magic of the darkest type. Legolas did not think it was Sauron...from all the stories that he had heard, he had never seen mention something similar to this. That meant that it was someone or something else...and that thought alone was frightening. If something else was as evil as Sauron-it was something to worry over. Though these were just musings. His father had not said his suspicions outright, but Legolas knew that he believed it of the race of men. Legolas was just a bit uncertain whether that was truly the case or if it was something darker, different, and more hidden than they were aware of.

There was also his clear training. Legolas was not entirely stumped. He had seen how the boy reacted when they first met his father's questions. The submission, the tecnique. Sure, it was possibly all done on instinct, but that in and of itself was rare enough that it was probably not instinctual, but actively done on purpose to ease his father's wrath. It had worked, and Legolas knew that this sort of thing only abided within magical beings. Yet, the boy had no trace of magic on him. Outside of the marking along his arm. There was something distinctly...different about him, but Legolas was not strong enough to place it...perhaps his father was, but King Thranduil had not been all that forthcoming on his own suspicions about the boy.

The only thing Legolas knew for certain was that he was not human (though what exactly he was seemed to be up for debate as it was only obvious that he was not a hobbit, nor a dwarf...clearly not entirely human if human at all) and from what Legolas believed he was definitely not an elf. Perhaps half, or even a quarter, but that was something he could question Lord Elrond about. The only other thing, barring his clearly unsavory past, that Legolas knew regarding the boy was that he was ordered to return with him. This trip was going to be difficult enough, especially having to once again dog Lord Elrond's misgivings of his father. It was annoying how the Half-Elf seemed to interject himself in things that was none of his buisness, but Legolas would just have to deal with it if he wanted the answers he desired, and the ones that his father hoped to be given as well.

"This..Lord Elrond...I heard someone say he is a seer?" Legolas barely stopped himself from clapping in excitement. The boy had actively asked a question! This is great progress! Legolas exclaimed to himself. If he is willing and able to answer questions that means that he is beginning to trust us! Hopefully, at least, or maybe he allows himself a second of curiosity, it could also be a test, but either way this is a step in the right direction! Hopefully soon enough he will desire to lay off his burdens and I can give a lot more information to Father about the situation! Though I am getting slightly ahead of myself here.

"Yes, many claim Lord Elrond is a seer, however, he is not always accurate. The Elvish nobility have many talents, Lord Elrond's is more the gift of foresight, than anything else. This is finicky, and not always correct. Arwen, his daughter, has often claimed to see things as well, but whether this is truth, or whether this is simply rumor, it is hard to say."

"What of the other elves?" The question seemed to come before the boy could stop it, and Legolas felt wide eyes staring at his back, but he allowed himself the moment to smile before answering.

"My father is gifted in many things, including combat. He is well known to be the best in history. Present, or the past. Fought of a legion of Sauron's army by himself, no more worse for wear. Lord Elrond's is as we suspected, the Gift of Foresight, though Lady Galadriel is a bit more complicated." Legolas tapped his fingers against his thigh. "Many say she can read the minds of those who enter her borders, but I believe that is a bit too simple an explanation, and a gross overestimation of what her power actually does."

"What do you believe it is then?" The words were soft, hushed, almost unwillingly echoed from their speaker. Legolas did not comment on that, though, simply glad that the boy was getting comfortable enough to ask these questions.

"I believe she can commune through mental connection, and see the heart and intentions of a person, but I do not believe she is able to read their mind. Not their memories, or their future, though it is suspected that she has a basin in which-if used at the proper time, on the proper night-can show a potential future."

Draco lapsted into silence at Legolas' words, but the Elf did not seem to mind, continuing their riding. He hoped they would get to this Imladris soon, to this Lord Elrond. He wanted this done and over with, and he was too exhausted to bother with anything else. Not physically, no, in fact he had to admit he felt better than he had in over two years physically, but mentally he was drained.