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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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keoughr
2009-07-06 04:48 pm UTC (link)

"They're raspberries. You didn't have them in Middle Earth?" She found this very unfortunate for him and her brow creased in a light frown. She had enjoyed many forays into the forest to pick berries when she lived in Andalasia. She hadn't had the opportunity in New York. The plant life there was severely diminished by all the concrete and steel buildings. She had enjoyed the contrast at first, but she truly longed for the peace and tranquility that only nature could bring. She had found a bit of nature in Central Park, but even that had paved sidewalks and bridges.

Her frown increased slightly when he spoke of her family. She dipped her head, gazing at her free hand resting in her lap. After a moment she glanced up. Her frown was gone, replaced by an open reflection of sadness. "I know nothing about my family, Legolas. It is not strange that you know little about them, either." She paused, searching his face for a moment. "I was alone in the forest of Andalasia for as long as I can recall. My only family was the animals who chose to be my friends." It bothered her, not having a family or even the recollection of one. She was sure she had parents, but what had happened to them she didn't know.

"What about your family, Legolas?" Now that he had brought it up, she was curious. Surely he had a family that missed him. It was strange to think it, since she didn't, but the elf probably had people back home who were searching for him or grieving for his loss in their world. She batted long lashes at him. "What else would you like to know?"

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