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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
2009-07-03 08:20 am UTC (link)

So obviously human, this one. Even if he hadn't been able to see the tips of her ears, which held no trace of the elven point, he would know. And that was really the problem, wasn't it? That she was human, and she would die. He'd always thought that elves that had found themselves in love with humans had to be incredibly brave to risk such a fate. But he was starting to wonder now if they'd entirely had a choice on the matter. The elf had never been in love, and had had some strange ideas about it, like choice and such.

The truth was, though he shied away from it, if she had been an elf, he would have been in immediate contact with her father to arrange a betrothal. If, of course, she was willing to accept such a proposal. But she wasn't, and her father, if she had one, wasn't even here. He tilted his head to the side and looked at her thoughtfully, speaking before he truly thought.

"Yes, the fruit is indeed delicious. What are they called?" He recognized them as a berry, but that was about it. "My lady, if I may inquire, I know very little about your family." He hadn't meant to ask the question, but he found himself wanting to know about her. "We are friends, are we not? And yet, I know little of you. I would like to."

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