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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-09 10:50:00

Entry tags:

aragorn, complete, day 17, giselle, katara, kidnapping, legolas greenleaf

Who: Legolas, Giselle, Katara, Aragorn (Posting order too?)
What: Reuniting with friends
When: Late night, after Legolas and Katara defeat Wolverine
Where: The alter where Giselle and Aragorn are being held
Rating: PG-13 or so. Mostly just for sappiness.
Status: Complete

No one looking at the Prince of Mirkwood would have any idea that he'd just been fighting for his life. Of course, that was one of the benefits of using a bow, that you did tend to stay safer, and therefore get less injured. But it wasn't just the lack of injuries that seemed a bit off. He'd come very close to dying tonight, and probably would have if it wasn't for for the quick actions of his companion in the battle, the Waterbender Katara.

It wasn't that he didn't know it, either. But perhaps it was just that he'd almost died so many times that it had rather lost it's shock. Anyway, as someone who was effectively immortal, he had a hard time taking the whole concept of death seriously. He understood it logically, but that wasn't enough to really hammer it home on an intuitive, visceral level.

Actually, though he didn't show it, he was much more disturbed about the shot he'd taken at their foe. Without thinking, he had aimed his arrow right at his eye. Despite all the warnings of the planet against killing, in the moment when it mattered, he had blanked that out and just acted. Nevermind that Katara had acted just as quickly, nor that the strange being they'd been fighting had quickly recovered, the regenerated eye pushing his arrow out. He had still taken an action that could have killed someone, and if he wasn't careful, he was going to end up getting hurt. He didn't know how the Planet would react, but he was sure it wouldn't be pleasant.

None of his thoughts showed on his face or in his manner, though. To the contrary, the Elven prince might as well have been out for a pleasant stroll through the woods. Side by side with the beautiful dark-haired waterbender, he walked without a sound between the trees. However, he was far from silent, despite the noiselessness of his feet in the thick leaf mold of the forest. A happy, carefree elven song was on his lips, though his bow was still drawn and ready for action. Though the song was sung in elven, the words were clear enough, thanks to the magic of the place. He was singing of victory, of an Elven hero of the old days who had gone against a horde of Orcs, and won. It seemed appropriate, though the tune was too happy and bouncy for such a disturbing subject.

That was the first hint Aragorn and Giselle would have that someone was coming. The second was the arrow that was suddenly protruding out of the chest of one of the lizardmen guards. That left only one, as Katara and Legolas strode side by side into the area around the alter.

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keoughr
2008-10-10 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Sitting on the altar with her hands tied behind her back, Giselle had worked her feet up onto the platform and was resting her weary head against her knees. Her red hair was effectively disheveled and there were tear tracks on her face, evidence of their long capture. Since breakfast the day before she'd been in confinement. She had apologized profusely to the Ranger. She knew that her weakness had made her a target and lured him into the trap that had been laid for them.

She wasn't crying now, she was too tired for that. She hadn't slept for fear of their captor returning and slicing her pretty neck with his sharp shears. She didn't notice the whistling right off, her mind felt cloudy and she found it hard to think of anything but their current predicament, and the thought that Wolverine might be returning to finish them off anytime now. She didn't know what the plan was, and all sorts of scenarios had plagued her thoughts.

But soon, the sound had penetrated her foggy head and she lifted her bleary eyes toward the melody. She held herself very still, waiting for the owner of such a sweet sound to come into view. The whistling tune was accompanied by a whistling of a different sort as an arrow flew from seemingly nowhere and lodged itself within the chest of one of the lizardmen that had been ordered to guard them. She felt a chill of fear, wondering if Wolverine had returned and was going to kill the guards before killing them.

But before those frightening thoughts could grab hold of her, she saw a vision that cause pure joy to surge through her veins. The dark haired waterbender and the fair haired elf striding into the clearing was a sight to behold. "Legolas! Katara!" Oh, rapture! Were she not in cuffs, surely she would have clasped her hands together and brought them up to her chin. Tears began anew and flowed freely down her cheeks, but not for fear, not for sorrow and frustration, but for happiness. Sweet, sweet happiness!

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k_waterbender
2008-10-11 09:10 am UTC (link)

Katara had been horrified. Never in her life had she ever seen something more unnerving and terrifying. How could anyone take an arrow to their eye just to have that arrow pushed out and the optic completely undamaged? It had been a sickening sight, though she was glad the blood had been minimal.

The waterbender pushed the thought from her mind. In the moment when it mattered most, Katara and Legolas had worked together as a good team to pin that crazed man to a tree so she could freeze him there. He had been completely incapacitated as soon as his body had been encased in ice. He couldn’t move from the jaw down, and that made it so he had no leverage to use his superhuman strength to break himself free. Her water skins were empty because she’d used all the water she could to freeze that madman. Several trees in that area were also little more than tall, shriveled twigs with dry, crunchy leaves barely clinging to them. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Beside her walked the beautiful, elven man. The song he sang was beautiful, and the best part was that it hadn’t distracted him from scouting the victims or watching out for other traps that surely had to have been set up for them.

She slowed her pace, trying to quiet her feet- though that seemed impossible next to the silence with which Legolas walked. She could see the two up ahead, sitting on some sort of… flat surface that looked quite out of place. Katara couldn’t help but to gasp as the elf shot an arrow straight into one of those men who sort of reminded her of human-like mongoose dragons. How strange… Even with their strange appearance, she wasn’t distracted. It was the way the one the elf had shot crumpled to the ground as if dead. She was hesitant to move forward, fearful of the wrath of the Planet, yet nothing happened. Perhaps it was to come later? A shiver wound through her, but she was ready for action.

Three trees suddenly lost all of their watery contents as that life-giving liquid rushed at the remaining mongoose dragon man who would have soon found itself in the same position as its master, frozen to a tree. This was a lot simpler, and Katara didn’t feel more water was necessary to use. This creature was slower and seemed a lot weaker than the lunatic with those strange self-healing abilities had been.

Once that was out of the way, Katara rushed to Giselle and King Aragorn. “Are you two all right? I’m so glad you’re both alive! I’m so sorry this happened to you.” Several leaves fell from the trees as Katara replenished her useful water. Though it may not have seemed to most that water would ever cut through anything, the waterbender knew better. In four swift, fluid motions, those who were bound would find themselves suddenly free of their cuffs. A clean slash through their metal would be seen from the compression of water so it was sharper than a knife she had created.

She moved back around to face Giselle, looking her over. Katara’s skilled, healer’s eye caught the scabbed over pinpricks that marred the red-head’s graceful neck. “You don’t mind if I heal your neck do you? It will only take a second. I don’t want those to scar.” They didn’t look deep, but Giselle seemed so fragile sometimes that such a minor wound could have easily scarred her fair skin. Her long-fingered hand was suddenly encased the same water she’d used to free the duo from their bonds, and it glowed with a blue light as she placed that water-gloved hand gently upon Giselle’s throat. To the other, the water would have felt cool and soothing. When she pulled her hand away, there wasn’t a trace of the wound left, and the waterbender allowed the liquid to drip away from her hand to fall to the earth- the healing properties of that water having been used up.

“How are your wrists? Are they bruised from the shackles? I can heal that, too. King Aragorn, are you hurt at all?” Katara felt far too responsible for all of this. She had to make sure they were healed of any and all wounds. It was the very least she could do. The Water Tribe femme felt she owed them much more.

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ranger_aragorn
2008-10-15 09:29 pm UTC (link)

With every apology coming from the young woman, Aragorn shook his head telling her there was no need for her to be sorry.Them being here was not her fault. His wrist were raw from him constantly trying to get his restraints free. No luck obviously but he tried anyways. His sword had been taken from him and he felt incredibly lost.

He was in his head, formulating a plan to get out of here and he was reminded he had been in tight scrapes before.But most of the times before, he got out of them because he had Legolas by his side.

The Elf, Aragorn's mind went to Legolas as he wondered if the Elf realized he was gone? If he sensed the danger just as he had? He wondered if the blond Elf was safe? If he would ever get the chance to tell him he loved him?

It was just before Giselle said two names that Aragorn heard the tune. What the......?" Only Legolas would whistle a tune like that and only Legolas would be whistling during something like this. The Ranger's head snapped from side to side and he had just spotted a flash of blond when he saw the arrow. A grin, despite the circumstances touched his lips. And soon the beautiful brunette that had come in with Legolas was freeing them both from their restraints. Quickly he moved over to make sure Giselle was fine.

"I'm fine... a little worse for wear but nothing bad .." Aragorn rubbed at his raw but free wrists and after making sure Giselle would be okay,Aragorn raised his head to look for Legolas and the moment he spotted him he rushed over to him.

"You're late..."The Ranger said using words that Legolas himself had used when he returned from the "dead." But then once more he was looking around frantically. His sword.... it was gone. Fuck...... Where was his sword?

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princegreenleaf
2008-10-16 12:55 am UTC (link)

"My lady Giselle..." The Elf bowed elegantly to the beautiful, tiny woman as she shook free of her bonds. "As always, a pleasure. I hope that some morning soon, we may again share the great joy of singing to the sunrise." He smiled at her, showing no indication that he had been through hell to get here, and slung his bow easily over his shoulder.

There wasn't much that could escape his sharp elven eyes, and a gleam of silver near the back of the alter was as clear as a beacon on a clear night to him. Casually, he walked over to it, picked up the beautiful reforged sword of Elendil, which shone despite the dirt covering it. It didn't take much to clear it of the grime so it shone as beautifully as ever, and then he was walking back to the group.

"My lady Katara... it has been an honor. I am sure I would have joined other elves who die in the Halls of Mandos were it not for you. I am forever in your debt." He bowed to her, as well. "I am hoping, my lady waterbender, that this was not the last time we will hunt together."

Then, it was time for the most difficult conversation. He wasn't at all sure how this was going to go. Aragorn was looking around frantically for the sword that Legolas held in his hands. A smile lit up the elven face as he heard those words, the same ones he'd used on Aragorn all those weeks ago. He watched the Ranger for a second, his eyes dark with worry and doubt despite the smile on his face.

"Aragorn!" Finally, he spoke to his friend, and if he was nervous, it certainly didn't show on his face. He walked over to him, standing about five feet away. I believe I have something that belongs to you or If you ever do that again I will kill you myself or something like that was what he meant to say, what he planned to say. But instead, he simply looked right at the Ranger and spoke in Elven. "I love you." Of course, the magic of the planet meant it was translated for everyone to hear, but it just seemed somehow right to say it in the language that had been their secret one through the months they had travelled together.

The small smile was still on his lips as he held out the sword toward the Ranger with the tiniest of inclinations of his head to his friend, to the man that would never now be king in Middle Earth, but would always be the ruler of his heart. Though butterflies about the size of hill giants fluttered through his stomach, he appeared as calm and collected as always. The only sign of nerves were the tightening on his fingers on the sword hilt he carried, as he waited for the response to his dramatic confession. He'd never been much good with holding his feelings back, anyway.

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keoughr
2008-10-17 11:12 am UTC (link)

Giselle watched as the second lizardman was encased in ice and the leaves dropped from the trees around them. She gasped and waited while Katara ran around and freed them from their bonds. She smiled at Legolas and nodded. "I would love that." She lifted her chin for Katara to heal the nicks on her neck. The vain part of her would have hated for anything to mar the smooth surface of her neck and she was grateful for Katara's abilities.

She rubbed her wrists, they were red and chaffed from where the bonds had been. She held those out for some healing as well and was free of pain and any signs of harm when her friend was finished. She hopped off the altar and slung her arms around Katara in a grateful hug. "Thank you so much!" She ran to Legolas as well, and slung her arms around him. "I don't know how you found us, but I am ever so grateful you did!" She released her hold on him and watched as he went to Aragorn, holding up the shiny sword that had been taken from the Ranger when they'd been captured.

A small red brow rose at the words that erupted from the Elf's mouth, and she bit down on her lips to fight the smile that was growing there. She didn't have experience with homosexuality, but she saw nothing wrong with it. Why shouldn't they? She felt happy for the two of them, and mentally checked both Legolas and Aragorn off her list of royal prospects. She hopped and slipped her arm through Katara's and bounced lightly beside her.

She was so happy to be free. "What happened to the man who captured us?" She whispered loudly, her eyes shining with happiness as she watched Legolas and Aragorn reunite.

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k_waterbender
2008-10-17 07:26 pm UTC (link)

The waterbender shook her head at Legolas’ words to her, a smile on her lips. “No. If it hadn’t been for you I would have been made into a flatbread by a tree, or something worse at the hands of that monster. Let’s just call it even.” She put her fist to her flat palm and bowed gracefully as she had learned from living abroad in her own world. If the customs had been remotely similar, she would have grasped the elf’s forearm, and he would have done the same for her, but she doubted he would know to do that. A simple bow seemed her best option. She straightened. “Hopefully our next hunt will be something far less deadly.”

Katara gladly pulled more water from the leaves of the trees to heal Giselle’s fragile wrists. The soothing water enveloped the ginger haired woman’s wrists, glowing blue before dripping away to reveal the newly unmarred flesh. A joyful laugh left her lips when Giselle threw her arms around the Water Tribe femme, and the waterbender was sure to embrace the other woman as well. “You’re welcome.” She said with a grin.

She rose a brow as she Aragorn tried to shrug off his own raw wrists. Why did men have to pretend they were made of something stronger than blood, skin, and bones? It was irritating. “Just put your wrists out here.” She demanded in a no nonsense way that would surely notify this royal man that she was not one with whom to trifle over something so ridiculous. Soon more crispy leaves fluttered to the forest floor as Katara swept her body arms around, and a blue glow soon shone about King Aragorn’s wrists, dripping away to reveal he was healed of the soreness.

Katara, too, watched the scene unfold before her. She didn’t feel uncomfortable, though she felt as if this might have been something not meant for her to see. The elf and his king seemed to be in their own world, devoid of the red head and the waterbender. This was her only consolation as she watched guiltlessly. Their love for one another showed clearly in their eyes, on their faces, in their demeanors. This truly was a grand reunion for the two men.

Her attention turned to Giselle as their arms linked, and she smiled at the bubbly woman. “The same thing that happened to that lizard.” Katara answered the other’s question, indicating the lizard that was still frozen to the tree. There were hints of pride in her voice. Why shouldn’t there be? Katara was a great bender, and she liked having that acknowledged. “Legolas managed to slow him down with his arrows enough so that I could blast him with water and freeze it around him. If it weren’t for Legolas, I wouldn’t have been able to do it. He was so fast.” She also liked to give credit where it was due. She wasn’t exaggerating, either.

That wild man has come close to getting sticking her with those crazy metal blades that shot from his fists, but Legolas had shot him away fast enough that Katara could blast him with water to make an even greater distance between them. The waterbender had felt incredibly slow next to the elf and the beast with only her normal human speed. Thankfully she was agile and graceful enough to hold her own. Plus, having a great skill like waterbending helped enormously.

Seeing and hearing the exchange between King Aragorn and Legolas sent a pang through her. She remembered the exchange between Vincent and herself, one that seemed to be the end of what had begun. She knew it was over between them, though. Vincent wasn’t very fickle in his decisions. Katara couldn’t dwell on it, though. It was over and done. She needed to face the future.

“He didn’t do anything horrible to you and King Aragorn after he kidnapped you, did he?” She had only seen the dots on Giselle’s neck and the chaffing from the bonds, but mental wounds were deeper than physical wounds. Katara wasn’t as good at healing those, but she could try.

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ranger_aragorn
2008-10-19 09:35 am UTC (link)

His eyes scanned the room frantically for his sword. He had been so scared that something had happened to it. He had not ever been departed from it as odd as it would seem.It just meant a lot to him.He gave up meaning to move to really search for it when the dark haired woman with Legolas spoke to him.It would have to wait.

Aragorn sighed but did as demanded from the dark haired woman who had this air about her. Aragorn was used to being scratched up so raw wrists were no big deal to him. He had far worse. But he didn't want to argue with the woman not that he had much of a choice which brought a smile to his lips. She reminded him a lot of Eowen. Once his wrists were healed he smiled.

"Thank you, my Lady." Aragorn gave a small bow to the woman.But then Legolas was in front of him and everything that Aragorn was feeling for him came flooding back. And it all wanted to come out.he had promised if he survived this then he would tell Legolas everything because he didn't want to waste any more precious time.

But then... Legolas, his friend, his everything was standing before him and out of his lips were coming the most beautiful words spoken in a language that was sacred between them. He knew the Planet would translate but he didn't care. He was lost in Legolas. Everything and everyone else faded away.

His heart raced glad that Legolas returned his feelings.He reached out calm on the outside while inside, his heart was racing his stomach flipping. He placed his hands beside of the Elf's on his sword but didn't take it. Soft Elvin slipped from him.

"I wasn't sure I would see you again. My friend,my heart my everything.I love you too...." His eyes looked at Legolas intently not once looking away. Not even when he found himself moving closer to him ,oblivious to the two still in the room with them. But he took the sword stopping himself before he could kiss Legolas.Only doing so because he wanted this moment to e perfect. and he doubted he would be able to control himself once he gave in.

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princegreenleaf
2008-10-19 11:02 pm UTC (link)

The elf let go of the sword and allowed Aragorn to take it, his heart feeling like it was pumping in his mouth. He'd known his feelings would come out, he'd just sort of thought he had more control over them than that. It had just burst out of him, and though he was sort of cerebrally aware that Katara and Giselle were there, he was mostly focused on the Ranger in front of him.

He could have stood there just staring into Aragorn's eyes, like the elf King Thingle and his beloved Lady Melian who stood for ten years just gazing at each other, but he was far too polite a being to do that. So, despite how difficult it was to actually pull himself away after what Aragorn had said, he did it and turned to the two women. Once more, he bowed to both of them.

"I believe that the Ranger and I have much to discuss, such as how he is never to be kidnapped again." He was smiling, practically glowing, really. "That goes for you as well, my Lady Giselle." He reached back, took Aragorn's hand boldly in his, and linked his fingers together with him. After all, the Ranger had said he loved him, so surely this was allowed. And he wasn't much for worrying about that sort of thing, anyway. If he wanted to do something, he generally did it.

"So, you will have to forgive me... and my King as well. I want very much to see both of you again." Even when he was practically bouncing with eagerness to be out of there and to talk in private with Aragorn, he was still polite. But he was still clearly leaving, and Aragorn was being dragged along with him. "My lady Giselle, Lady Waterbender Katara, may the Valar smile on you."

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keoughr
2008-10-23 12:16 pm UTC (link)

Giselle couldn't have been more happy. Well, she could have if all this was happening and not as a result of their kidnapping. She wasn't very thrilled about being snatched by a crazy man with razor sharp claws extending from his fists. It was likely to give her nightmares for a while to come. But, just at the moment, she felt fit as a fiddle and grinned broadly at Katara as the two of them were privvy to the moment unfolding before them.

But, just when she thought she'd get to see a true love's kiss, they both seemed to become aware of the presence of herself and the waterbender. She pouted a little, being deprived of what she cherished above all else in the world, but she would get over it. She turned and curtsied to the Elf and Ranger as they made their escape. "Farewell! I will see you again, soon, I imagine."

She really did like Legolas, and she was quite fond of her fellow captive now. She hadn't really been able to get to know him, but his strong stature had been a comforting presence during their ordeal. She felt a bond to him, a kindred spirit because of their capture. She lifted a ginger brow at Katara and smiled again. "Well, my dear. Shall we go as well?" If she didn't think it would look strange, she would have sprinted out of there. This place gave her the willies.

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k_waterbender
2008-10-23 07:52 pm UTC (link)

Katara’s question was a bit overshadowed by the display before the two women. The two men were engaged in one another quite deeply, despite the fact that hadn’t touch or kissed. Their eyes told of lovers’ tales, though.

If Giselle was thrilled with the sight, Katara wasn’t really. There was nothing wrong with it. She was, indeed, quite happy for the elf and the King. A small twisting in her gut continued to gnaw at her greedily, though. Vincent had been so upset with her. He had liked her so much, and she’d practically thrown it in his face. Now they would never seen one another again because she was too stupid to have been comfortable with what they’d had. Thankfully it had only been a short couple of trysts. Nothing that could last long enough for her to have grown to love him. She merely cared for him. He should fare well without her hurting him, though.

Snapping out of her own less-than-joyous thoughts, Katara managed a smile. “I agree. Rescuing you two was hard work. I don’t want to have to do that again in the near future.” She teased.

“Farewell, Legolas. Farewell King Aragorn.” The waterbender said gently in parting.

The same way Giselle felt a bond with Aragorn, Katara felt a bond with Legolas. They had worked so hard together to ensure the safety of two good people. The Water Tribe woman couldn’t say she really felt a bond at all to Aragorn, as she’d simply helped to recover him and heal his wounds, but that could change in time if they ever got to know one another.

Her attention turned to Giselle, the ginger haired woman’s bubbly nature improving her own spirit a bit. “Yes. I think that is best. Let’s stick to the trail Legolas and I followed. I don’t know if there were other traps we missed of that crazed man’s.”

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