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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-06 09:17:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day 2, giselle, legolas greenleaf

Who: Legolas and Giselle
When: Second day, mid-morning
What: Legolas arrives
Where: Near one of the stables
Rating: PG, will change as needed
Status: Complete

Legolas had not been alive for almost a thousand years to be outwitted by a mere human, no matter that Aragorn was to be the future King of Gondor. He knew very well that the man was planning something, and a quick conversaton with the sons of Elrond told him exactly what it was. So, the Ranger-King was going to try to take on the Dead themselves, was he? And probably, going to be a noble fool about it all and try to go alone.

He had no interest in allowing one of his good friends to go off alone into hostile territory. Human dead didn't alarm him in the slightest. He couldn't die, not easily, and it was just hard for him to grasp the whole idea. But, in any case, he wasn't about to let Aragorn go alone, and he knew the dwarf Gimli was of the same mind as him. Tomorrow, when the Ranger tried to sneak out, he'd find it harder than he expected, with the sharp elvish eyes watching out for him.

Elves don't sleep, not exactly. Instead, they enter into a state almost of reverie, in which they rest their bodies and refresh their minds by vivid dreams of the past. It was into this wakeful state that the elven prince settled, a small smirk on his lips as he realized just how annoyed Aragorn was going to be to be foiled. Friendship was really a great thing, it lead to so many opportunities to tease someone.

His eyes had never closed, so when the scenery abruptly started to change, he was instantly on alert. Not that it did him much good. Actually, it felt like being in a raging, out-of-control river that was sweeping him along, and all he could do was struggle to stay afloat. The only thing he could do before being carried away was pick up the elven longbow and quiver, and then, everything changed.

He fell a short distance, as if the river of time and space had gotten sick of him and was releasing him. It was only about a couple of feet from the place he had appeared to the ground, but when he landed, he had gracefully twisted his body around so that he landed on his feet. He still had his bow in hand, so he shouldered the quiver of arrows, checked to make sure his knives were loose in their sheathes. When he was properly armed, he took the chance to look around.

Well, he was in Rohan, so it shouldn't have been a surprise to be in stables. Only thing was, he hadn't remembered travelling the distance from their camp to a city, and he was fairly sure that stables were usually a city sort of thing. With a shrug, he jumped up onto a pile of hay to look around.

He was in, as he thought, a large stable. There were rows upon rows of stalls, each with a gorgeous horse in it. A thoughtful look settled onto his face as he jumped down off his perch and headed for a nearby door. Something very odd was going on, and he would hopefully find some answers througth this door. He pushed it open, his keen elven eyes scanning the place. Someone was coming, he thought, from the direction of some nearby buildings. Perhaps they would have answers.

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keoughr
2008-06-06 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Giselle had experienced such a wonderful day with Max the afternoon before and she was still exuberant. She had risen that morning and given a much grander rendition of her song than she ever had, except the time she'd cleaned Robert's apartment. She had been really happy to have a place to stay for the night.

And then, with the help of some of her other animal friends, she dressed in a lavender dress with small pink hearts all over it and had her hair twisted up into a ponytail. She left her room and went to find breakfast. She ordered some oatmeal and a bowl of fruit from the restaurant, ate it daintily, thanked the wood man and stepped into the foyer.

That's when she saw the flashing light above the sparkling new key. She clapped her hands and grabbed it. Palming it, she skipped out of the building and went looking for the new arrival. Usually they arrived outside, and that's where she was going to look first. She wished this dang planet would come up with a better system. Like, maybe telling someone where this new person was going to appear.

But her spirits could not be dampened. She was always happy when a new person arrived. That meant more friends for her. Of course, she wasn't sure everyone wanted to be her friend. That warrior woman was kind of hard to read and she didn't always have the nicest expression on her face. But John, now he was a fun one. He smiled a lot, and Giselle liked that.

Peering toward the barn and the nearby stables, Giselle spied a figure standing stock still, looking at her. She giggled. "That must be him!" She spoke to herself as she hurried toward him. Well, she thought it was a him. There were masculine features, but such beautiful long blond hair. She decided he was male when she grew closer. He was gorgeous and Giselle was immediately smitten.

"Why, hello!" She spoke, almost shyly. "I'm Giselle. What's your name?" She clasped her hands behind her back and rocked back and forth on her heels. She wasn't sure why this man was instilling a quiet reverence in her. He held himself so regally. Suddenly, a thought struck her. But she wouldn't ask until after she'd been given his name.

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princegreenleaf
2008-06-08 09:09 pm UTC (link)

He watched as he was approached, clutching his bow at his side. He didn't reach for an arrow, though, since he had trouble thinking of the girl bouncing towards him as a serious threat. Not that looks couldn't deceive people sometimes. He'd just never faced a foe in a purple dress before. His posture as he watched her was on guard, but not threatening. He gave her a smile and inclined his head slightly to her, very politely.

"Greetings, Lady Giselle. I am Legolas of Mirkwood. Do you call this place home? If so, I have some questions for you. I know where I was a short time ago, and this is not this place."

Something about this girl was intruiging to him. Perhaps the vivacious spirit that seemed to live within her. It mirrored his own, and was very rare in elves. At least once they reached a certain age. Not an elf, certainly, but charming nevertheless. Very, very charming. Without thinking much about it, he took her hand gently in his, bending over it and kissing it softly. He gazed into her eyes as he straightened up, a sort of mischievious gleam in his own, though his was fairly serious. Strange, that he couldn't seem to stop looking at her.

"A pleasure to meet you, my lady."

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keoughr
2008-06-09 11:38 am UTC (link)

Giselle could see that the man appeared to be armed. But, he wasn't aiming at her, and that was a relief. She grinned when he introduced himself and then took her hand and kissed it. She flushed and bent her knees in a slight bow. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Legolas of Mirkwood." She giggled softly, putting a hand to her mouth to cover her grin.

"For now, I call this place home. This is Mirage. It is your home now, too." Giselle was ecstatic. He was so handsome, and he held himself like royalty. She wondered if he was a prince or a king. "Before I came here, I lived in New York. Where is Mirkwood?" She let her hand drop, clasping it with the other against her breast. His eyes were so compelling. She found herself growing lost in them. But, before she could get too lost, she remembered what she was supposed to be doing.

"Oh, this is yours." She handed him the key she had held in her hand, the cool metal of it having warmed in her palm. She smiled. "If you'll come with me, I can answer your questions while we walk and there is something you really ought to read." She grinned and skipped as she laced her arm through his. Giselle really was a flirt, but she didn't realize she was doing it. She just enjoyed the company of men, especially if they seemed interested in her.

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princegreenleaf
2008-06-09 07:56 pm UTC (link)

She was absolutely charming in her simple, yet obviously heartfelt, way of behaving. She was so sweet, so gentle, and from anyone else, he might have suspected some sort of act. From her, though, he believed every word she spoke, and didn't doubt that her giggles and smiles were genuine.

"My home? New York?"

He looked vaguely confused. His home was Mirkwood, no matter where he travelled. This Mirage place, whatever it was, might be wonderful, but he would never call it home. He found himself somehow regretting that he would have to leave soon, and not get to look into her pretty eyes any longer, nor enjoy her company. It was already more of a challenge than he would have thought to stop looking into her eyes.

He accepted the key and looked at it before raising his eyes back to meet hers. Deciding that he really didn't have much of a choice if he wanted to learn about this place, he accepted her arm in his and walked alongside her, carrying his bow in the opposite hand. There were worse fates, he decided, than spending time with this charming human woman.

"Mirkwood is in Middle Earth, which I'm starting to think is nowhere around here. I've never heard of New York, though, nor Mirage. Tell me first, my Lady, what makes you think that this will be my new home?"

She bounced in a most enjoyable way as she walked, and he definately noticed as he walked with her towards the buildings. He had many questions, but he would get to them all in time. After all, elves have all the time in the world.

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keoughr
2008-06-10 09:57 am UTC (link)

"Middle Earth?" Giselle frowned for a moment, trying to recall if she had ever heard of such a place. "Like the center of Earth?" She didn't know how people could live in the center of the earth. Wasn't it full of molten lava or something? She shrugged and grinned, forgetting about it almost instantly. "New York is on Earth, but I suppose if you come from the center you wouldn't have heard of it. I didn't hear about it until I was pushed there. I'm originally from Andalasia." She smiled wistfully, thinking about how simple life had been then.

All she had to keep her occupied there was finding a husband. In New York she had worried about people stealing her tiaras and falling off of billboards. Whatever those were. And here, it was a lot like Andalasia, just full of different kinds of people. She loved it here. "Well, that's where we're going now. There's a stone slab set into the side of the main building. It's a message from the Planet. Once you read it, I'm sure you'll understand." She grinned up at him, finding that his handsome face was quite pleasing to the eye.

She continued to skip, or bounce. She had quite a lot of energy, and it was one of the reasons she stayed thin. She couldn't help but move, and that made her metabolism quicken. She was long limbed and graceful, even if she acted somewhat like a child. It was innocence that caused it. She hadn't been in New York long enough to be hardened to the world like some others were. She still found everything new and exciting, full of wonder. Every day was an adventure for her.

They progressed toward the building, and Giselle led Legolas into the courtyard. She pointed to the offensive slab of stone and bounced up on her tip toes, waiting for him to read. "There you are!" She waited for him to finish, ceasing her giggling for the time being. She knew this moment of revelation would be quite hard to understand at first. Unbelievable, in fact. And it always made her a little sad.

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princegreenleaf
2008-06-10 10:11 am UTC (link)

"I'm not really sure why it's called Middle Earth, Lady Giselle. It just always has been, and Mirkwood is a forest, fairly large, close to Lothlorien and even Imladris."

He spoke absently, slightly distracted by her bouncing away at his side. Strange. She was a human, after all, and he'd had little to no interest in humans before. In fact, until he'd gone off with the Fellowship, he'd barely even met a human. This woman was like none of those he'd met on his travels. He frowned thoughtfully, and turned to look at her.

"Andalasia? It must be a wonderous place, indeed, to have produced someone like you. There must be no war there. Where I'm from, no doubt the darkness would have put out that light in your eyes long ago." He smiled suddenly, his serious tone falling from his voice to be replaced by a mischievious, half-teasing sort of smile. "That, my Lady, would be a real shame."

He let her arm go as he was led into a building. Sharp, elven eyes scanned the surroundings for threats, before he allowed himself to look at the plaque she indicated. He found he could read it easily, though it didn't appear to be written in the elven or dwarven runes. Another odd thing, but there had been so many, he didn't much think about it.

When he was finished, he turned to look at her. The smile was still on his lips, but his eyes were dark and thoughtful. It was a long time before he spoke.

"Well, this is slightly inconvienant. I did have a war to fight in, and the dwarf was ahead of me in kills. This will never do."

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keoughr
2008-06-10 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Giselle listened attentively to his explanation of where he was from. She had never heard of Mirkwood or Imladris, either. Still, she was sure there were many places she hadn't heard of. And no one ever seemed to have heard of Andalasia.

She was oblivious of any sort of response to her bouncing and skipping. She was always just so filled with happiness that it had to escape somehow. Usually it was in the form of giggling, bouncing, skipping and clapping. And singing. Speaking of singing, she had begun to hum under her breath as he spoke.

"Oh, it is wonderful!" She agreed quite readily. She frowned when he spoke of war, and had to think for a minute. "No, actually. I don't think there have ever been any wars in Andalasia." She blushed softly when he complimented her and she giggled, ducking her head. She pulled her shoulders up around her ears and swayed back and forth from her toes to her heels.

"A war? Oh! Then it's good you came! You don't want to fight in any old war." Her voice dropped to a stage whisper. "Kills?!" She was horrified. Her hand flying up to cover her open mouth. "Oh, it is very good you came here." She nodded, believing herself to be very right.

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princegreenleaf
2008-06-10 11:39 pm UTC (link)

Sensitive elven ears pricked up as the pretty girl started to hum softly. It reminded him vaguely of a song he knew, and he smiled. One of the things he loved above all else was music, and the sound of her humming was very pleasing.

"Tell me, my Lady, does the song you're humming have words? It seems familiar to me, somehow. It reminds me of something."

Her innocent comments on war and killing orcs, he took in the spirit he meant them. He somehow couldn't imagine saying anything to disrupt her view of the world, which was, after all, much as his had been before he'd gone to war and left the peaceful Mirkwood behind.

"My Lady, I wouldn't disagree with you, for war is not a pleasant thing. But very bad people are trying to take over the world, and my friends are alone now. I have to get back to help them."

That was simple enough, he figured, without being overly harsh, or too condescending. He touched her hand lightly with his free one, hers resting in the crook of his arm. Such beauty, and so vivacious. It was very compelling. They walked together towards the building, arm in arm.

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keoughr
2008-06-12 10:25 am UTC (link)

"Oh!" She giggled, putting a hand to her mouth. "It's a rather silly song, I suppose. But yes, it does have words." She bit down on her lip, a little shy now. She began to hum again, and then progressed into singing, albeit quite softly. "I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss, and a Prince I'm hoping comes with this. That's what makes ever aftering so happy..." She trailed off back into humming, flushing from embarassment.

She giggled lightly and tried to overcome her embarassment. It wasn't hard, for his next words sobered her quite quickly. She looked solemn has he explained his view. She nodded. She could understand her friends being in trouble. She wouldn't like it, either. She just felt that there were other ways around war. But, she knew not everyone thought like her.

As they turned toward the building where his room was, she glanced up at his chiseled features. "Legolas?" She paused a moment, wondering if she really ought to ask this question. She wanted to know, but didn't at the same time. If he said no, she would be so disappointed. But, if he said yes, she would be undoubtedly elated. "Are you a prince?"

They entered his building and walked down the hall to his room, where she stopped and unlaced her arm from his. "This is your room. It's wonderful!" She gushed, clasping her hands up under her chin in delight. "It changes to look anyway you wish it! Mine's pink!" She grinned and waited for him to open the door. She wanted to see what his would look like.

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princegreenleaf
2008-06-12 11:00 am UTC (link)

He listened to her with a serious look on his face, but always, music made his eyes dance with delight. The words he knew were in Elven, of course, though he'd been speaking the Common tongue with her. It was a nice tune, and again, reminded him quite a lot of a song he knew from his home forest.

Stopping in front of his door, he took both her hands in his and looked at her. As she sang, he joined in, but in Elven. The words were quite different, of course. It was an epic tale of a prince of long ago who fell in love with a mortal woman, in the first age. But it sounded rather nice, their voices combined. She had a lovely, light soprano, and he had a low tenor. Of course, because of the magic of the place, she could probably understand every word he sang, but he didn't know that yet.

When the impromptu singing session was over, the delighted elf looked into her eyes for a long time. When she said his name, he tilted his head to the side and gave her his full attention. He was slightly surprised by her question, because he didn't think he looked much like a prince now. Just a typical elven warrior. But he saw no reason to lie.

"Lady Giselle, in my land, amongst my people, I am a Prince. Son of Thrandiul, who is, of course, known as the Elven King of Mirkwood. Yes, I am a prince."

He slid the key into the lock, wondering why his royal status or lack thereof mattered, and peered inside. For a second, the room was plain, boring, and completely unremarkable. Then, it sort of shimmered, and became a small forest. The walls, all green, were barely visible anymore. A large tree was in the exact middle, and inside, Legolas knew, there would be a bed. It was much like his home in the great forest of Mirkwood, and he was absolutely delighted.

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keoughr
2008-06-12 05:16 pm UTC (link)

Giselle was delighted when he took her hands and began to sing in harmony. Their words were different, but the meaning of both songs were the same. She could understand every word, and the way he sang was turning her knees to jelly. She was afraid she would turn into a puddle right before his very eyes.

When the song ended and he gazed into her eyes, she was sure she would turn to a quivering mass of goo. But, to her own surprise, she asked him the question she'd been wondering about since she first encountered him. When he tilted her head, she seemed to come out of her daze and she flushed slightly. This man with the strangely pointed ears was so interesting, and they had many things in common.

Her mouth formed an O when he answered her question in the positive. "You ARE?!" She bounced slightly. "I knew it. You just looked so ... royal when I first saw you." She grinned and rocked back and forth on her feet. She was delighted. "I think you are the only prince here." She knew Max wasn't a prince. And she didn't think John, or Jun were.

She peeked over his shoulder into his room and gasped as his room changed into a forest. "Oh my! How wonderful!" She thought of her own home in Andalasia that had been in a tree. It was certainly more convenient to get to her room here than it had been there though. "I do hope you enjoy it here, Legolas." She wanted him to stay. Maybe she could coax him into singing with her in the mornings from her balcony. Just the thought put a huge grin on her face.

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princegreenleaf
2008-06-12 05:40 pm UTC (link)

Although he still didn't really understand why him being a prince mattered, her reaction was more than satisfactory to him. Gazing into her eyes for much longer than he would have expected, he smiled. It was too easy, by far, to drown in those eyes. All elves love stars, and in her eyes, he saw the same beauty he would expect in the night sky. Also, he had to admit, it was pleasant to be with someone who would sing with him. Most humans, he had found, looked at him oddly when he sang, but it was the Elven way.

"Yes, my lady. And, do you think so? Princes are not so very common, even here, then. There are few princes in Middle Earth."

He stepped inside his room, smiling as he took a deep breath. He didn't know how it would be possible, but he could even smell the forest in this room. If he didn't know better, even he with his finely-attuned Elven senses would have assumed they were in a grove deep within the forest. It felt amazing, and with a relieved sort of look, he set his bow down. Then, he turned towards the beautiful woman who was still outside his door.

"Lady Giselle, would you like to come in?"

He hoped she didn't feel pressured, but she seemed to like the forest, and in his books, any lover of the forest was alright by him. Also, to be perfectly honest, he was really enjoying her company, and was quite sure he would seek it again, whether she entered his room or not.

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keoughr
2008-06-13 11:44 am UTC (link)

Giselle nodded emphatically. "No, sadly, Princes are not so common anywhere." She frowned, but brightened almost instantly. She watched him enter his room and smiled as he seemed to get lost for a minute. She knew how that could be. Her own home had been in a forest before she'd been pushed into the horribly dirty New York City.

When he invited her in, she grinned broadly. It was an honor to be invited into the room of a Prince and she nearly accepted. But then her sense of propriety kicked in and she hesitated. "Although I would love to, I think I should get back to my own room. I'm feeling a little tired." She shrugged her shoulders and smiled sheepishly.

"I am willing to help with anything you might need. I am just upstairs." She smiled and backed up a few steps. "It was wonderful to meet you, Legolas!" She gushed. "Farewell!" Turning, she fled down the hall to the stairs which she mounted to the second floor and disappeared into her own room. She sat down on her bed and flopped back, grinning happily.

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