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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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princegreenleaf
2009-06-17 06:59 pm UTC (link)

The relief that went through him at seeing her sweet face was nearly overwhelming, and he raised his fingers to his temples and rubbed them. His eyes stung from lack of rest, and his stomach was growling. Though he wasn't human, he still had physical needs, and his body was informing him of that very clearly. He needed to rest, but first, he needed to eat. And calm down. So, for the first time since he'd gotten it, he left the Bow of Galadriel in the dust and made his way closer to the redheaded girl.

"I thank you. Long has it been since last I ate." He picked up the basket of food, undid the clasp of his cloak, and let it fall to the ground like a blanket. Seating himself with slightly less than his normal grace, he gestured that she could join him, if she wished to. "I do not know if you have already eaten, but..." The sympathetic noise she made went straight to his heart, and he smiled at her for the first time since she'd interupted his practice.

When she touched his hand, he linked his fingers with hers and gently drew her down so that she was sitting, as well. It wasn't forceful, and she could resist, if she wanted to. He just thought it would be easier to speak if they were both on the same level, and he was very weary, suddenly. "You are very kind, and very sweet, as well as beautiful."

He didn't let go of her hand, and his fingers were shaking slightly, as with his free hand he took an apple. "I have been out since early yesterday morn. I..." Suddenly, he lost what little composure he had, and dropped both the apple and her hand, covering his face. "The vampire, that devil woman, she..." One hand dropped to his neck, covering the marks that weren't there, that Pandora had cleared away, but that he could still feel somehow.

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