Legolas leaned casually against the edge of the table, one boot tapping lightly to the quiet music that drifted through the hall. His eyes sparkled as he caught sight of a familiar figure, and a teasing grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

“So it seems the stars have grown mischievous tonight,” he said, voice light, carrying a hint of laughter. “Or perhaps they merely envy your ability to shine brighter than their glow.”

He stepped closer, hair brushing shoulders like sunlight through leaves, bow slung carelessly across his back. “Do not think to hide among these revelers,” he added, voice low and teasing, “I see all, and I always remember those who owe me a dance, or a story.”