❝ Of THAT I have no doubt. ❞ It came with a smile, brief and weighted in its own way –– telling of a knowledge of information withheld, but unwilling to press. There was no need in it; no good would come of it. And so he let it go, instead catching up until he was alongside the prince, chin lifting as he regarded the garden instead of directly focusing upon Legolas. Trust had been so given to him, and he would not betray it. He held no judgment.
Oh, Ithilien. The distraction from the heavy conversation was welcomed, and there was a twitch of a smile as he cast a glance sidelong –– KING he may be now, but he had always been a stubborn man, and that was not so likely to fade with new duty. ❝ Surely not, ❞ he agreed, something humored in that look; the idea had been set in his head, and he would see it through.
There was something else in that suggestion, and he could hear it; he was rarely one to deny requests from those he cared for.
He allowed his steps to carry him forward, fingers finding a stray overgrown branch and toying with one of the leaves. ❝ I will find time, and soon. Perhaps Arwen will care to join us, as well. I think a small trip would be a welcome thing; we haven’t been out of the city in quite some time. ❞ And the faint wry nature of the words implied his own restlessness.
He paused then, but this wasn’t from the weight of worry as so many of the other conversations; this one was something else entirely, something almost wondering. When he looked back to Legolas, his voice went quiet, softer, with the implication of something being confided, concealed as a musing. ❝ She has mentioned wanting children as of late. ❞
