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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
2009-07-17 05:05 am UTC (link)

Giselle didn't know why, but she felt like bursting into tears when he spoke of his mother. He didn't sound too terribly sad about it, and from what little she knew of Valinor, it was a nice place and not something to be feared. But she still felt sad that he didn't have his mother in his life anymore. But, he didn't have his father, now, either. Not here. "Do you think we will ever get back home, Legolas?" She was asking for his benefit, more than her own. She didn't really even want to go back to Andalasia, or New York. But she would have liked to have seen Mirkwood.

He released her and she felt a loss for a moment before she gathered herself and nodded. She got to her knees and began to repack the basket, moving off his cloak so he could pick it up. "I cannot imagine your weariness." She walked next to him as they made their way back to the house they shared.

When they reached it, and were inside, Giselle smiled at Legolas. "I hope you enjoy your rest. Let me know if there is anything I can do for you." She bowed her head slightly and then moved toward the kitchen where she put the things away before retiring to her own room for some quiet contemplation with some of her animal and goblin friends.

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