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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
2009-06-26 09:58 pm UTC (link)

The elf's eyes lit up at the container of raspberries, and he quickly took a small handfull, popping the sweet berries into his mouth and chewing before going back to the bread. But his hand stayed on hers, and he didn't seem exactly inclined to let it go anytime soon. Every moment that passed seemed to heal him a bit more, but he still found he wanted the stablizing influence of her hand in his. Such a simple thing, but it comforted him greatly.

For a long while, he just ate in relative silence. He would need to rest soon, but here, there was just her, and comfort, and good food. It was a nice place to be. She was very lovely sitting there, and he took a purely esthetic pleasure in the little things about her. Enormous, gorgeous blue eyes, fiery hair, a sort of grace so rare among humans, she was just a delight. And so gentle and kind, obviously, with her, it wasn't merely looks that made her so charming. Of course, if it had been, he wouldn't be nearly as interested in... being friends with her. Yes.

His thoughts had nearly gone some disturbing places right there, and he had to wonder at himself. And the delight he took in looking at her, was that just because she was beautiful? Yes, of course she was, but so was a tree, and he would much rather look at her than even an entire forest... oh, his mind was going there again. It was an odd thing, how that kept happening.

Luckily, conversation would distract him. He smiled at her and nodded. "I say this to you, Lady Bright-Star, you are as brave, couragous, and valiant as any I have ever met." He tilted his head to the side slightly. "The skills with weapons may be learned, but bravery? That is another matter entirely. And you spoke before of a sword when that monster appeared at the ball. It is no use denying it." Yes, he was definitely heading back to normal, his tone was gently teasing. "You are no coward. I would rather have you by my side than a legion of warriors."

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