Legolas thought about it. he had simply arrived here. He had had no intentions of joining a pack when he arrived in Alacritia, but this place had drawn him in. It was so similar to the forests of his homeland. It did make the man long for the trees of Mirkwood a little. But what was the past was the past. "Well, when I was younger I lived in the realm of Mirkwood, heir to the throne of my father. Our kingdom was brought down by a pack twice our size, I survived. We lived in great forests, I made a vow to protect them. They are my natural habitat I suppose you could say. I was drawn here by the forest basically." He could have gone into so much more detail, but he didn't want to bore Deteste to death. After all, his story was a long one. And he hoped to keep expanding on that story for some time yet.
