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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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