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"No thanks, I'm in no mood to dance this day. After all, I have to prepare myself for the upcoming contest. But maybe we shall danc later, you and I."
The truth was, the elf had no intention of falling in love with anyone. It had happened sometimes, but being Legolas' traveling companion had proven to be risky from time to time. None of those women still lived.
And if they had, the humans among them would have aged visibly by now, while he had retained his fair elven appearance. Humans did not seem to grasp the longevity of the elves. He would outlive every one of the plainsmen here, unless he got himself killed of course. The ranger was not prepared to give anyone that kind of pain, or watch someone he loved age before his own eyes.
Maybe, he thought, he would settle later, with an elven woman, and spend his days in peace. But then, he might as well travel to where all the elves dissapeared and settle there. A life without adventure in these parts would hardly be a live at all in his eyes. But there was no sense thinking on that. That was a human way of thought.
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