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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]keoughr
2009-06-23 09:31 am UTC (link)
Giselle felt so sorry that Legolas had come under such a predicament. It was a terrible thing, she knew, and one she wished she would never have to experience herself. She only wished that she could take his pain upon herself and leave him as he once was. She sat close to him, stroking his shoulder and alternately his hair.

She was happy to see him smile again and she hoped that he would mend soon. It pained her to see him this way. She met his gaze with one of her own, her eyes deeply blue and wide, full of innocence. She bit down on her lip and tilted her head slightly, wondering at his thoughts. He seemed to flinch back though and when she moved back to her place he seemed to relax. She hoped she hadn't reminded him of the devil woman. She couldn't bear to resemble his nightmares.

She glanced down at their joined hands and smiled, at least he hadn't pulled back as if she had the plague. She reached inside the basket and drew out a container of raspberries. Settling them on the cloak they were using as a blanket she lifted one to her lips. They were juicy and sweet and they briefly took her mind off of Legolas' problem. She was glad to see the elf eating and with such voracity. She had done something right.

She laughed softly as he claimed her to be brave. She tossed her head lightly and made a murmuring noise of disagreement. "Bravery doesn't seem to have any redeeming qualities unless you have skills with a weapon to back it up." True, she had wielded a sword and killed a witch who had turned herself into a dragon, but she was convinced it had been a fluke. Something she'd done to save the man she loved. She knew she would do the same thing and was startled to find that she had strong feelings for Legolas. She glanced up at him, searching his face and nearly gasped with the realization. She loved him!

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