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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-08 15:05:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day two, legolas greenleaf, robin of locksley

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.

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taylorwade
2009-03-09 10:03 pm UTC (link)

Robin had been doing a bit of exploring. He wanted to familiarize himself with his surroundings. There really wasn't a better way to figure out an escape route than knowing everything about one's environment. It had been a little disturbing to sleep in the room he'd been assigned to, and he still wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing with the blank book he'd been given. But he hadn't slept badly, and that was what mattered.

He'd found that the closet in his room held an array of clothing that he liked. And he was wearing an outfit similar to the one he'd worn yesterday. Leather leggings, poet's shirt, leather vest and thick boots completed his ensemble. All in all, he was feeling pretty comfortable at the moment. As he forayed into the village, he saw a blond man lying prone on the ground. But only for a moment before his eyes snapped open and he jumped up. Robin snapped an arrow out of his quiver and slapped it into his bow, drawing back on the string and letting the arrow fly.

He didn't aim for any important body parts, just the man's long blond hair. At the most, if it struck, it would take out a chunk of hair. Chances were it would simply fly through the air harmlessly close to his face. He wasn't entirely sure why he'd done that once the arrow was gone, but his heart was beating quickly and he did have to admit that the man's sudden movement had startled him slightly.

Robin stepped out into the open, preparing to apologize. He shouldered his bow and held out both hands with a wince.

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princegreenleaf
2009-03-09 10:34 pm UTC (link)

It was a near thing, in a sense. If Robin hadn't been such a good archer, the arrow never would have come even as close to Legolas as it did. As it was, it got about halfway to him before he acted. His bow was instantly in his hand, and the arrow was nocked. Less than a second later, he drew the string back and let the arrow fly. The two collided about three feet from where the elf stood.

He'd been attacked, and the response was automatic. He pulled another arrow and nocked it. The only thing that kept Robin from being shot at was the simple fact that that he was stepping forward, his posture obviously non-threatening. So the elf held the position, ready to let the arrow fly, but he didn't shot just yet.

"Hail, friend." It might seem an odd thing to say, considering he was pointing a bow at him, but Legolas was the sort who liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. "You are a fair archer." Which, actually, might have had something to do with Legolas not attacking. He was intruiged. So few could match his skill with the bow.

"I wonder if..." A playful gleam came into his eyes, and he suddenly let the arrow fly. He aimed for a couple of inches to the side of the man's head, so he wouldn't be at risk of actually hurting him. "Can you do it, too?" The elf was honestly curious. "Can you shoot my arrow out of the air?"

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