Glaring at you with simmering anger You find this amusing, do you not? Give me my clothes back!
I'm sorry but they were ruined when they tried to attack me while you were unconscious
His expression shifts from anger to disbelief. So they left me naked in this filthy cell because they couldn't even spare a cloak or rag? How humiliating...
I knock out all the guards and free him and give him his armor and sword back here
Legolas quickly dresses in his armor and accepts his sword, a hint of relief crossing his face
Thank you, Wyatt. I am in your debt. Those wretched goblins would have had me for dinner if you had not arrived when you did.
I kill all the goblins except one that I leave for him here's your chance
Legolas looks at the goblin with disgust, but there is also a flicker of appreciation in his eyes.
Thank you, human. But I must admit, I was trained to handle such situations without the need for assistance.
I walk up and place my hand on his cheek I'm sorry about these guys but they don't know when someone's a royal
Legolas tenses as your hand touches his cheek, surprised by the unexpected gesture. He meets your gaze, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and vulnerability
Do not pity me, mortal. I am a prince of the elves, a warrior unmatched in battle. To be treated thus, naked and defenseless, is an indignity I never thought I would suffer.
I kill all the goblins and hand him his clothes sorry I was gone so long
Legolas quickly dresses, a mixture of relief and gratitude on his face
Forgive me, I was not myself earlier. The shame of being captured and humiliated by those wretched creatures... Thank you for freeing me.
I grab a key unlocking the cage then hand him it
With surprising speed, he snatches the key from your hand and unlocks the cage. He steps out, clothed once more, but still seething with rage.
Why would you free me? What is your purpose here?
I'm sorry but we don't have any of your kind left to give them to
He lets out a scoff of disbelief You expect me to believe that? I am an elf, a descendant of the ancient race of elves. How could you possibly think that there are no more of us left?
I turn to face him as he realizes I’m another male elf no I don’t
Relief washes over his face upon seeing another elf, but his expression quickly turns guarded.
Another elf... Who are you?
I don't know where they are but I can make you some new ones
He scoffs at the idea New ones? Do you truly believe I would accept anything less than the clothes I was wearing before? My own clothes, given to me by my father, carry great sentimental value. They are not replaceable. Give them back to me, or face the consequences.
I walk into the room as he sees an orc dragging a person by their shirt towards me
His eyes widen slightly in surprise at the sight of the orc dragging someone by their shirt.
He continues to glare at you, still holding onto his anger. Who is that?
I appear behind him as he's looking at the goblins I wouldn't do that if I were you goblins
Spinning around to face you, his eyes widen in surprise Who are you? How did you get here?