Who: Aragorn and Legolas. What: Legolas arrives. Where: Town. When: August 1. Morning. Warnings: Likely low.
Legolas had been on his way home to Mirkwood, just after leaving Gondor. After leaving Aragorn’s wedding to Arwen. He had his horse, he had his bow, quiver of arrows, and a sword. He was prepared for anything. That was, at least, until he ended up in the middle of a town on a planet with two suns. That was definitely something he hadn’t been prepared for. The rest of his riding party had disappeared, it was just him and his horse. And his weapons, which he was glad to still have in his possession. He was definitely going to need those, he was certain of it.
At least, he felt better prepared and protected, having the weapons on him. Especially the bow and arrows. Though he was rather skilled with the sword as well.
His horse seemed no more comfortable in this new environment than Legolas was. He seemed rather uncomfortable and nervous. Which was exactly how Legolas felt – though he was better at hiding it than his horse was. “Shh, it’s alright,” he murmured to the horse, patting him lightly as they rode through the town.
Legolas was looking desperately for something familiar in this place. A bit in the distance (which was relative, this is an Elf we’re talking about), he spotted a familiar form. Dark hair, the right height, and definitely a person he would be able to recognize anywhere. He hopped off his horse, and guided him to within hearing distance of the Man he had spotted.
“Aragorn?” he asked. He knew it was Aragorn, but he still had to make sure.