"You are a prince, you have to at least seem strong."
Legolas bite his lower lip, problems and questions becoming mute. He tried to match his father's grace, a lack of bow and arrow making him feel oddly vulnerable and lighter. He walked a step behind and to the right of Thranduil. His feet created no noise upon the stones of Imladris, but his ears did hear Elrond making a light noise. A trait he was used to another making.
He couldn't look at the Lord of Rivendell, something Elrond noticed but didn't comment on. He had heard rumours. He led both of his guests to the same pavilion which hosted the white council meetings. White and purple flowers adorned it, blossoming between golden and green leaves. Rivendell was truly breathtaking, perhaps the most beautiful abode in all of middle earth. A place much different the Mirkwood, where elves could truly link to their surrounding nature.
He tried to keep his face neutral though, not looking around like the fool he felt he was. When he saw you sitting upon a chair next to Erestor he did let out a nervous breath of air.
"Adar, can I return later?"
Thranduil glanced at Elrond quickly as an apology before frowning lightly at his son. It was the first time Legolas was accompanying himself as a representative of Mirkwood. This was no time for him to play around with Elrond's sons.
"I- I don't feel well."
Legolad bowed his head, cheeks becoming slightly pink at how pathetic his excuse was. He felt a cool and deft hand go onto his forehead and he ventured his eyesight upwards to see dark grey eyes.
"You have no fever. I will personally see to you later if you still do not feel well. Perhaps it is just nerves."
Legolas bowed his head even deeper, forgetting that Elrond was a healer. He didn't catch Elrond glancing at his father with a mix of amusement and concern over the younger elf.
Since Legolas appeared to be examining the stone on the ground he did notice that Elrond motioned for him to take a seat. Thranduil grabbed his son's elbow and pushed him into the seat next to Erestor. Erestor didn't even glance at him, but instead kept his eyes on Elrond and Thranduil. The dark as night eyes looked young upon the elven fair face and Legolas felt sick to his stomach. No wonder he had never won your attention. Erestor, Elrond, and Glorfindel would be near-impossible to beat competition.
"Then let's commence. Galadriel and I believe that..."
Legolas paid no mind to the conversation at hand, watching the way you would could discuss things with Elrond and Thranduil as if rank held no place. You were there equal, untouchably so.
Legolas didn't know his staring was that obvious until Erestor lightly tapped his elbow.
"Anything to add, Prince of Mirkwood?"
Legolas hesitated for awhile, trying to figure out what they were talking about. Eventually he gave an ominous "yes."
Elrond chuckled, and Thranduil glared at him. Elrond stood up, and motioned for Legolas to do the same. The younger elf did so slowly.
"So be it, then. I will remember your agreement, Prince Legolas. And until then, I hope you will remember to pay attention next time you walk into my council."
Legolas gave a firm nod, feeling everybody's stares on him. He glanced at you, eyesight catching. He took in a shaky breath then strode towards you, knowing Elrond may very well soon kick him off back to Mirkwood for his attitude thus far.
"Would you like to go out with me sometime?"
Erestor covered his mouth with a hand to hide his turn of expression and Thranduil rose to his feet, ready to drag Legolas away. Elrond held out an arm though, allowing Thranduil to wait for your response.
You looked at the young blond elf before you and pressed a light kiss to his forehead.
"When you are older, perhaps."
"So, that's not a no?"
Legolas seemed hopeful, eyes shining with some type of joy lost to you. You gave a light laugh at the elf.
"It's not a no, nor is it a yes."
Legolas grinned as he sat back in his seat and looked at Elrond.
"I'll pay attention now."
Thranduil said nothing but cast a smile at Erestor who returned it ever so discretely. The young prince was perhaps more brave and ambitious then what they gave him credit for.