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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
2009-06-16 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Giselle was startled to see the pointy end of an arrow aimed at her head. Her blue eyes widened even further than normal and she nearly dropped the basket of food she held in her hands. She stood stock still and waited for Legolas to recognize her. She saw the fright on his face, the terror and she took on a bewildered look. How could he be afraid of her?

He soon seemed to come back to himself, if not completely, and recognize her for the woman she was, not the woman of his nightmares. She was concerned and her bewilderment quickly morphed into sympathy. There was really something wrong with him. She'd never seen him act this way before. He dropped his bow and apologized to her and she made a crooning noise. "It's alright. I should have announced myself."

"It's morning, Legolas." She glanced up at the sky to be sure she was telling him correctly, and she was. "Have you been out here all night?" Her usually chipper demeanor was replaced with one of concern. "No, I don't need anything, I just wanted to bring you some food." She was sure now that he hadn't eaten in a while.

She stepped toward him, pausing to put the basket on the ground and reached out to touch her warm hand to his. "Legolas, is there something wrong? Please, tell me."

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