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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-14 15:43:00

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complete, day twelve, giselle, legolas greenleaf

Day Twelve
WHO: Giselle and Legolas
WHAT: Whiny!elf is whiny. Also angsty!
WHEN: Day Twelve, morning
WHERE: Their house in the Goblin City
WARNINGS: It's Giselle and Legolas. PG. At absolute most.
STATUS: Complete

In many ways, Legolas was a simple creature. Things were one way, and he was happy with that. Things that made his life more complicated were not particularly welcome. To say Pandora had done so would be a definite understatement. He'd spent a lot of time in both Rivendell and Lothlorien, reading, and he'd certainly come across vampires. Creatures of pure evil, those who serve Morgoth, foul, tainted beings. Leeches who fed on the blood of the living to prolong their unnatural lives, they were an abomination, and must be destroyed.

Pandora hadn't seemed like that, somehow. Which made it worse, really. At times, she'd seemed almost sad. That shouldn't have been. Still, he'd been tainted by her touch, and he'd been unable to fight her off. For a warrior like he was, this was incredibly disturbing. He liked to think he could take care of himself, but in this case, he hadn't been able to. She'd overwhelmed him completely, and he'd been helpless against it.

So, for the last day, without a break, he'd been practicing his archery. If he ever saw her again, he would be ready. She wouldn't even get close to him. Every time he started to think he could leave his practice, he got a new surge of energy and purpose from the promise he'd made to himself. That would never happen to him again. He sent arrow after arrow into the bulls eye of the target, his face wearing a grim expression that was rarely seen. Usually, no matter the situation, he was smiling, but not now.

He didn't get tired, not in the same way a human would. But he hadn't allowed himself to fall into the dream like reverie that elves had instead of sleep, not since Pandora had bitten him. His arms were shaking, the muscles weary, but he gritted his teeth and forced them to be steady. The next arrow, though, for the first time in a long time, not only didn't hit the bulls eye, it didn't even hit the target at all. The string of curses he let out were both elven, and incredibly colorful.

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keoughr
2009-06-14 07:11 pm UTC (link)

It had been a little strange living in the same house with Legolas, but they had separate rooms and she didn't feel too improper. Besides, it gave her the opportunity to see him more often than living in separate dorms had before. They often ate together and explored their new surroundings together and Giselle was happy. But a few days ago Legolas had changed.

She couldn't figure out what had happened, or if she had done something wrong, but he'd been practicing his archery almost non stop and she was sure that there was something wrong. He also hadn't been joining her for meals and she knew he hadn't been eating, either.

She wouldn't be adamant but she was going to ask him to tell her what was wrong. She only hoped that it wasn't her. She gathered some fruit and bread and headed out to the archery field. She watched him from a distance for some time and when he missed his last target, which never happened, she approached.

She lifted a surprised brow at the curses that left him, but she wasn't completely shocked. It seemed he was taking on many traits she wouldn't have guessed he would ever display. "Legolas?"

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princegreenleaf
2009-06-14 11:12 pm UTC (link)

As soon as the curses were out of his mouth, Legolas felt bad about them. It wasn't his style at all, not normally, and it bothered him on some level that he had been dragged down to that point. But the whole thing was just upsetting, and it was hard to hold on to the cheerful nature that usually saw him through everything. Still, that was no excuse. Part of him knew that.

As someone approached, though, he whirled around, bow held ready. It was a voice, a female voice. Even though it only took him a couple of seconds to realize that it was Giselle speaking, Giselle who was so different from Pandora that it wasn't even funny, for that few seconds he was panicked, backing away just a step or two. He was completely terrified, though it was obvious very quickly that it wasn't Pandora who had found him.

"Forgive me, Lady Giselle." He bowed his head and dropped his bow, making sure she knew that he wasn't going to attack her. The look in his eyes must have been quite wild. He hoped he hadn't scared her. The bow fell to the ground, and he kicked it aside. In truth, it felt good to stop his archery practice. It was only now that he realized how exhausted he was.

Carefully, he approached her, and then stopped a short distance away and bowed courteously to her. "Good evening... afternoon..." he glanced up at the sun, shook his head, and tried again. "Morning. What is it? Is there something I can assist you with?"

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