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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
2009-07-09 01:44 am UTC (link)

She laughed, her tinkling bell of a laugh and shook her head lightly. "No I don't suppose it does look much like something that should be called a raspberry. What would you have called it? I think I might have named it something simple like, sweet berry or pink berry." She shrugged with a half smile and put another berry in her mouth. He was glad he enjoyed them despite the name.

Although she was shocked at the suddenness of his arms around her, it was a pleasant surprise and one she welcomed. After a small squeak of a surprise, she melted against him. It felt nice to have his arms around her and she tucked her head under his chin. Listening to him recite the short tale of the elf who fell in love with a wood nymph took her mind of the loneliness of the Andalasian forest in which she'd grown up. "What a beautiful story, Legolas." She smiled up at him, her gaze raking over his handsome face.

She nodded as he spoke of his family. "What about your mother?" It pleased her very much to know that she and Legolas were alike in some ways. Sometimes she felt so very different, but the connection that the forest gave them was a connection she cherished very much. He seemed to be coming back to himself, and she was pleased to see little trace of the vampire's effects on him.

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