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WHO: Legolas Greenleaf and Robin of Locksley
WHAT: The Mirkwood Prince arrives
WHEN: Day 2, mid-morning
WHERE: The center of the City of Illusions
WARNINGS: Maybe PG, but not even really that.
STATUS: Complete


Legolas was at least as easy going as the next elf. Probably moreso, to be honest. He was still very young in terms of his race, and as such, he tended not to be as serious about most things. However, even he had his limits. There was just only so much that anyone could reasonably be expected to take, and this was passing that line by a good distance. Unfortunately, his first reaction was to get rather angry about it.

He'd risen from his dreamlike reverie, the trancelike state that elves had instead of sleep, with nothing to alarm him throughout the night. Just like the first time, when he'd been taken from Middle Earth to Mirage, it had been done while he was slightly less aware of his surroundings. But as his eyes snapped back into focus, he saw something was very wrong. This was not the place he had been before, and that was all too apparent.

The prince had been reclining on a soft couch for the duration of his reverie, and he was still lying in a prone position. Luckily, he always kept his knives and bow close to hand as he rested. It just made sense, and luckily his weapons were still with him. In a second, the agile elf had sprung to his feet and was looking around, not quite frantically. He rubbed his eyes, but the scene before him stubbornly refused to change.

With the bow held with a grip that seemed deceptively loose, he looked around. It was somewhat similar to some of the human cities of Middle Earth, actually, though more during a festival time than during regular day to day life. Tents everywhere, and as his sharp eyes continued to scan, he saw some very, very odd little creatures sparring in the near distance. He frowned thoughtfully and watched them for awhile, before deciding he needn't interfere. If they were Orcs, he wasn't inclined to get in the way of them killing each other.

Really, he was more than a little annoyed, at this point. Mirage had been nice enough, but if it had changed again so rapidly, even inside his own room, he was irritated. Nothing should have been able to get into his room, his state of rest was much lighter than a human sleeping. So, what was going on? He didn't sense from the natural harmonies of the place that it was Middle Earth, or Mirage. It felt new, and more than a little strange.