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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

As the days went by, Legolas found himself thinking more and more often about Giselle. It made him a little uneasy. What did it mean, that a human should occupy such a strong place in his mind? He wasn't sure he was entirely comfortable with it, but then, why not? After all, she was his friend, and she shared living accomadations with him. Why shouldn't he think of her? And she was undoubtedly beautiful, and elves love beauty. Still, it was odd.

He'd wandered into the cafeteria more out of instinct than anything else. He wasn't really all that hungry, but something told him he should be there. Pushing his thoughts of Giselle away, he glanced around, his eyes the hazel green colour that showed he was worried about something, or thoughtful, to people who had spent a lot of time around him. Those orbs scanned the room, and then widened when he saw the dark-haired ranger sitting at the table, playing with his soup.

"Marcus?" He approached, his head tilted to the side. He was sure of his identification of the other man, but he seemed... different, somehow. Marcus had always seemed so optimistic, so cheerful, and now he looked like someone who is barely surviving from one moment to the next. If Marcus were an elf, Legolas suspected he would be in the Halls of Mandos by now, having basically killed himself with his emotions. "Marcus, what troubles you so?"