( not immediately, but within hours of thranduil's (re?)emergence onto the crystal network of riftwatch, several fabric packages make their way to his current sleeping arrangements. neatly folded clothing, tailored to fit and of his style, clean enough but with the particular, mild scent of mustiness that comes with having been set in a cupboard somewhere, disused. not enough clothing to represent an entire wardrobe preserved; select pieces that someone (tall, gaunt, and not without sentiment even if often without expression of it), perhaps, had decided were too finely embroidered or particularly made to be surrendered to repurposing. a few items* of presumably mysterious significance, and a note pinned to a folded jacket: )
Mssr Thranduil,( his name written in his own script, standing out amongst workmanlike slashes of thedosian print, written in orlesian: )
after the captaincy announcement.
Mssr Thranduil, ( his name written in his own script, standing out amongst workmanlike slashes of thedosian print, written in orlesian: )
These may prove of some use to you.
fELIX
*
whatever you'd like these to be!