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

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Entry tags: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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[info]princegreenleaf
2009-06-18 06:54 pm UTC (link)
When Hermione had turned the tree to stone, Legolas had been in anguish, but that was nothing to what had been done to him this time. And he simply wasn't used to things like this happening to him, so it had sent him reeling. He had no defenses, even less than most people would have, against the memories of Pandora's bite. He would recover, of course, he was far too resilent to do anything else. And there was no doubt about it, she was helping.

The elf nodded slightly. "I have come to realize that. I simply wished to be good enough that, should she come again, I may stand up to her and, this time, drive her away." As a warrior, the fact that he'd been able to even put up anything that could be considered a fight bothered him. "But I grow weary. I do not feel tiredness the same way that humans do, but there are limits even to my endurance."

Wordlessly, he nodded, his fingers still covering his face. He felt like she would probably run now that she knew he was tainted by the vampire's touch, and he wouldn't blame her. But she didn't run. Instead, she pulled him close and hugged him, and he lowered his hands from his face. "You are still here? I had thought that if the truth were known, you would shun me."

She was so tiny, and he, while slender, was very tall. Yet he managed to rest his head on her shoulder, his arms loosely around her, holding on to her slight form. Under her calming influence, his breathing evened out, became more natural, and even his shaking stopped eventually. "She went into my head, she read my thoughts, but I would not let her know about you. I promise you, my lady, I kept you safe."

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