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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
2009-03-15 05:51 pm UTC (link)

Although Robin didn't quite get the role of the Valar in the elf's life, he did understand the concept of Kings and Queens and their purpose in life. They ruled, guarded, kept the people save and governed. At least, the good ones. Not the pretenders. Like that damnable Sheriff of Nottingham. He nodded his understanding and liked that the elf had "blessed" their meeting, so to speak. If Robin was one thing, he was a God fearing man, and he appreciated spirituality in others, even if it wasn't exactly the same type of spirituality.

Elves? Had he heard correctly? He was sure that he had, and though he was unfamiliar with stories or tales of such creatures, he knew that the pointed ears and lanky stature of the man was otherworldly. At least there was a word for what he was now. He nodded, "I dance as well, sometimes. Singing is not something I do, though. Not really." He laughed at himself and shrugged lightly.

He shook his head. "I often felt that I would waste away, and didn't really have a lot of hope of escape, but we did. Obviously." Robin did have to laugh, though, when Legolas said that he didn't think he was young. By elvish standards, he was young, but he was middle-aged by human standards. He wasn't offended at all by the way the elf spoke. It was actually kind of refreshing.

"There are many others here. How many of them are from this place you call Mirage, I do not know. Only Gabrielle, the girl I met yesterday, has mentioned being from there." Robin dropped his head to think about the description Legolas had given him. He searched his memory of that first day for a recollection of such a woman. He had glanced around at all of them. "I think there may have been a woman such as you describe. I can't be certain, the day was rather strange and full of questions, but I believe I may have seen her."

Robin shrugged again. "Jareth, the man who calls himself the King of this land, said that there was the possibility of leaving if the labyrinth was solved. I don't know the stipulations, or if that possibility could ever be reality, but there is some hope, I suppose."

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princegreenleaf
2009-03-16 12:08 am UTC (link)

The eyes of the elf brightened up considerably, turning from a light blue to a much more brilliant shade. Whenever he was happy, or really feeling anything, his eyes made it very obvious to anyone who was paying attention. "You dance as well?" He'd met many people on Mirage who thought it was odd, the love of dance and music that he had. He was very excited to meet someone else who did it, too.

"What sort of dances do you do, my Lord Robin?" The human had his full attention now. "I learned some very interesting human dances from the Rohirrim while I was there, perhaps you know some of the same ones?" But he realized suddenly that it wasn't entirely appropriate to be talking about dance in the same conversation as being imprisoned, so he shook his head. "Later, perhaps."

"I am glad to hear of your escape, however." And he really was. He hated to think of anyone in chains. "How was this accomplished?" He glanced around thoughtfully, and then back at the archer.

"Well, I shall hope to meet others, but I do not mind having met you. We have something in common." He gestured to the bow gracefully with a charming smile. "Some day, we shall have to have a competition, and we shall see who the better archer is." He liked that idea, actually. He and the other elves of Mirkwood had often played at such things.

"I think I should find my room... do we have rooms here as well? And then I should look around." He paused thoughtfully. "It would be dangerous for me to presume this place is exactly as Mirage was. I must explore carefully."

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