For a day the earth beneath his feet had seemed restless. It was as if the earth was trying to tell him something, whisper soft words of doom and foreboding. He knelt, touching the earth with his bare hand. Still yet, it would not manifest words to him. He sighed, looking around at the trees he loved so. This was his home, his colony, his responsibility.

The men of Gondor were out riding, five of them, young and full of life. He watched them with a slight smile, his hand still on the earth. He could feel the hoof beats, even though they were still so very far away. Legolas stood, not bothering in lifting an arm to salute, humans had weak eyes.

His light step disturbed nothing, bow and quiver rested on his back. His short sword was at his side, his cloak clean and well mended, swung over his back. The habits of war were harsh, and he wished he could give them up as easily as some of the others. This whisper in the wind of something to come had the elf lord on edge. He paused, listened to the wind, a hand now resting on the smooth bark of a tree. It was young, far younger than he, but it had many years to grow yet, already strong and bearing.

Moving on Legolas watched an odd bird fly overhead, an odd smell hit his strong senses and before he could react, something hit him. He leapt back, bow and arrow drawn, fletching pulled to his ear and eyes narrowed. A strong wall graced his sight. Whirling around Legolas looked and felt. The wind of the sea caressed his face, younger trees than those that graced the land of his home were all around, tamed earth abounded around out buildings. Seeing no one Legolas dropped his bow, fingers still holding the draw.

Glaring at the wall of the large and absurdly build mansion, Legolas, moved around the obstruction to his sight. Here an odd power pulled, ached for more to come. His body tingled and finally he was met with the entrance to the obstruction. His eyes narrowed on a...human. His fingers twitched on the bow and he walked forward. His feet never making a sound, as they never did. Coming to the steps he looked at them, then looked at the mansion.

"There is evil and good in this place, I suppose we shall find out what turns the tides." There was another inside, he could feel them, power and age, more than he. The one before him...tainted by war and loss. Legolas frowned, not one was light, they were all tainted.