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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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princegreenleaf
2009-03-16 09:51 pm UTC (link)

Legolas listened, his eyes going wide. Dancing, singing, it was all put out of his head. He loved a good story over pretty much anything else, and this one was fascinating. Horrific, of course, in a way that the free-spirited elf didn't quite understand. He knew this fact as well. But he couldn't stop listening to it all the same, and his usually smiling face was completely solemn.

He nodded now and then, particularly when the man explained what a Moor was. "What is a Muslim? I have not heard of such a thing..." But he settled down and listened to the rest, sighing softly when the tale was over. He stood still for a second, absorbing it all, and then spoke softly. "My friends were taken, two Hobbits..." he glanced at Robin and then returned the favor of explanation. "Little people, about the height of a human child, even when they are full grown." And then continued on. "They were taken by foul orcs, and held prisoner there. But they at least had the open air on their face."

The cheerful elf was unusually serious as he spoke, his mind far away for a moment. He had thought that Merry and Pippin had suffered a horrible fate, but this was far worse. Finally, he realized that he wasn't going to sort this all out in a couple of moments. He would think of it many nights, try to figure out how humans could do this to each other, but he couldn't possibly understand it in a few moments.

Legolas followed Robin toward the main building, still slightly quiet. But the idea of an archery contest perked him up considerably. "I hope that you do not have a problem losing, my Lord Robin, for you certainly shall." A mischievious sparkle returned to his bright eyes. That would be just the thing to help him settle into his new home, he decided. An archery contest.

"I see." He inclined his head in thanks to the man and entered the building. He glanced around, and a smile crossed his face. "Ah, yes. I know this layout. I imagine there will be a place to eat, a room with many books, and other wonders." He walked forward and then spoke suddenly. "Fell creature, appear to me." He knew that, in Mirage, the golems had often shown the way. A goblin ran up and glared up at the elf. "Where are my lodgings?" With a grumble, the thing pointed the way, and Legolas nodded. "I thank you."

Once that was done, he turned back to his friend. "I think I shall soon go to find my room, but first, I believe we should set a date for this contest." He was very excited about the idea. "In a few days, perhaps? When we have both settled in more?"

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