[ It doesn't beat out the sunrises in Dol Blathanna, the Valley of the Flowers, where you could sit in a field of color and sweet scents as the light washed over and illuminated it all like life itself touching the earth each morning. But the ocean gives a lovely reflection and show of the world waking around them.

Looking away from the light beginning to lilt across the waters, he meets her eyes and a small smile pulls the corner of his scarred lips. No one had told her? ]

Strange indeed. I'd imagine it would be the first thing Thranduil would've brought up. [ with how much of that simple fact played into their connection with one another. ]

My people are called Aen Seidhe in our own tongue, but to all others, yes, we're called elves. For simplicity's sake, I answer to it here.

[ it would be an insult on the Continent, for all the history behind it, but in Thedas it's simply the name of their people, and they're clearly kin enough for him to count himself under it. ] I can't claim to be so long-lived as Thranduil, but certainly more than the Elvhen children of Thedas.