BREATH BILLOWING OUTWARDS IN a phantom - like wisp. the frigid air leeching the warmth from every puff of air that slipped past his parted lips , although he felt none of the cold that surrounded the landscape in its wintery white & freezing temperatures. pure elven blood ensured only the severest of colds would chill his bones , but it was the moments past fight that left his veins heated & his fair features marginally flushed.
STRAIGHTENING FROM HIS FORWARD weighted stance , lowering his weapons from their defensive pose but not returning them to their sheathes quite yet. not only was blood still slicking the once immaculately polished blades of his twin knives , but when in presence of a stranger , albeit one who just fought alongside him to defeat a common enemy , it usually served to not drop one’s guard too low. a mistake that was seldom redeemable when made.
TURNING MORE TOWARDS THE other’s view , frame still holding a tension but posture outwardly appearing relaxed. offering a single nod towards the stranger , subtle smile curving the corner of his mouth. an exhilaration he felt from a fight won bleeding through his want of composure from himself , satisfaction of ridding the world of the evil embossed creatures always had to outweigh the thoughts on the violence of it all. a trick that worked more times than not.
TODAY BEING SO AS legolas offered up first words of greeting & thanks. voice pitched to be heard , although he stepped no closer to the other who’d helped him win the day. ageless features molded into an easy expression while age old eyes kept a keen observation of the stranger. a dichotomy only those of the edhil seemed to carry , but an auxiliary sense , an nudge of inclination had legolas pausing to give much more regard towards this particular wanderer.
❝ You have my thanks.
Without your assist , that may have been messier than it was.
Perhaps for I more than they. ❞