'Tis The Song, Not The Singer

Imrahil lifted his head to look at the elf. Such distant kin, yet still, I feel the same pull. I have felt it all my life.

“Legolas?” The Prince saw the effort it took for his visitor to wrench his gaze from the sea. Those eyes were filled with longing.

“Know you why I live here?”

“It is your ancestral home.” Legolas stated matter-of-factly, before he was drawn away once more by the vista before him.

Had I a choice? I would be here still.

Imrahil placed a comforting arm around his kindred’s shoulders.

“It calls to me as well.”