Thingol, of course, shares Daeron's awe for his little girl - now a beautiful young Elven maiden. But he has been wrapped around her little finger - and toe! - since she was born. It amused him greatly that Melian had worried that he wouldn't be as happy with a daughter as a son. That is, until she found him tucking the newborn girl in his outer robe so she could accompany him for his walks!
"I worry and the tension builds to a breaking point. I must find relief for it or I will be ill." he smiles at Daeron, leaning his head against the tree's bark, "Did I interrupt your conversation with the forest?"
He remembered seeing those walks! He'd done his best to help reassure his queen, singing for her even when he was still so young himself.
Daeron smiled back, humming in understanding. "Then if my music may aid you, I beg of you to call on me as often as it pleases you." He shook his head a little, leaning against the tree and looking up into the branches waving above them. "Could you not hear the enjoyment of my song for you, my King?"
Thingol had always returned with LĂșthien giggling or yawning sleepily. Not once had she been ill or in a foul mood. Yet he appreciated little Daeron's efforts and he more often than not had a treasure for the little Elf in one of his pockets - a pretty leaf, an acorn, a bird feather and so forth.
"Your poor voice would be but a thread if I did that!" he watches the sunlight streaming through the leaves above and enjoys the simplicity of nature. It is easy to ignore, but impossible to forget.
"I could. Your voice is sweet, Daeron, and I admit I feared you would wish to leave Doriath in order to make a name for yourself elsewhere with it."
He laughed softly, head tilting back against the tree. "Nay!" he denied joyously. "I could sing all day and night for you and still have voice for more!" And he would be proud to do so if his beloved king asked it of him.
Daeron's joy softened and he dared to tuck himself close against Thingol, affection and devotion in his gaze as he looked up at him. "Doriath is my home and I have no desire to leave you, my King, or the Lady Luthien. My only ambition is to sing and play music for you both, and to serve you as best I may. However I may."
He grinned and wrapped an arm around the young Bard's shoulders. There was always a place for him, tucked against his King.
"So like a proud little bird!" he rested his cheek against Daeron's hair, "You serve us best by seeking your happiness. But you are safe here and that will always be so."
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Date: 2017-02-10 11:19 am (UTC)"I worry and the tension builds to a breaking point. I must find relief for it or I will be ill." he smiles at Daeron, leaning his head against the tree's bark, "Did I interrupt your conversation with the forest?"
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Date: 2017-02-11 01:29 am (UTC)Daeron smiled back, humming in understanding. "Then if my music may aid you, I beg of you to call on me as often as it pleases you." He shook his head a little, leaning against the tree and looking up into the branches waving above them. "Could you not hear the enjoyment of my song for you, my King?"
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Date: 2017-02-11 03:59 am (UTC)"Your poor voice would be but a thread if I did that!" he watches the sunlight streaming through the leaves above and enjoys the simplicity of nature. It is easy to ignore, but impossible to forget.
"I could. Your voice is sweet, Daeron, and I admit I feared you would wish to leave Doriath in order to make a name for yourself elsewhere with it."
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Date: 2017-02-15 04:14 am (UTC)Daeron's joy softened and he dared to tuck himself close against Thingol, affection and devotion in his gaze as he looked up at him. "Doriath is my home and I have no desire to leave you, my King, or the Lady Luthien. My only ambition is to sing and play music for you both, and to serve you as best I may. However I may."
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Date: 2017-02-28 09:23 am (UTC)"So like a proud little bird!" he rested his cheek against Daeron's hair, "You serve us best by seeking your happiness. But you are safe here and that will always be so."