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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-15 22:17:00

Entry tags:

complete, day three, jack harkness, legolas greenleaf

WHO: Legolas Greenleaf and Jack Harkness
WHAT: Random meeting
WHEN: Day 3, morning, before meeting Giselle
WHERE: Wandering around the tents
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete

When Legolas rose from his reverie, all was as it had been before. He was still in a strange room, unlike anything he had been in before, and it was still completely new and a little bit scary. At least in Mirage, the place had adapted. He had wanted it to look like his woodland home, and it had. Here, it stubbornly stayed the same. And what a place it was, full of nothing that caught the eye, nothing beautiful. He wasn't sure he liked it.

But it was shelter, and he needed that to keep him safe while he took his rest. That was good enough. He likely wouldn't be spending much time in this ugly, plain room, he decided. It didn't take him long at all to get ready to go, tunic, leggings, bow, and knives. That was all he needed, and then he was ready to explore. There was still much to see. It was a chilly day, he noted as he went outside.

The tent city outside looked much the same, he noted. But he hadn't had time on his arrival to look through all of them, and there was still many he had not explored. The smells coming from one particular tent, with the aroma of freshly baked bread and roast venision, caught his attention. He hadn't eaten yet, so that was the first place he headed.

The tent was filled with many tables, and Legolas chose one at random and seated himself gracefully. Soon, he had a plate of food in front of him, and was happily eating away. After a little while, he looked up to notice someone standing nearby. He gave this person an encouraging smile, and a little nod of his head. "Join me, if you will."

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princegreenleaf
2009-03-29 11:45 pm UTC (link)

The blond prince nodded and rose to his feet in one graceful motion. He looked around for a place to bring his plate, but saw nothing. With a half-shrug, he left it where it was on the table. Someone would be along to pick it up soon, he was sure. Or that's what his experience would show him. Quickly, he picked up his mug, drank down the rest of the beer, then left it on the table as well.

"The era of their birth..." He frowned thoughtfully at that statement. "In my own world, I would laugh at such a statement. The race of Men is yet new, and there have not been many eras to live through. Here, however, I would not scoff so easily." He tilted his head to the side as he waited for Jack to rise. "In bed with your executioners... you are unlike any humans I have met."

He glanced at the man, and then looked more closely. "You are not as the men of my age, Jack Harkness. Tell me your story?" He laughed a little. "Starting, I should think, with one simple thing. What is a Weevil?"

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