InsaneJournal

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.