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Legolas (princegreenleaf) wrote in mirage_rpg,

He'd awoken in a soft bed in the middle of a forest grove, or at least what appeared to be one. It felt less odd every day to be here, though truth be told, he'd hardly had much time to think about what had happened. Except for a couple of longing thoughts towards his friends, wondering if they were okay without him, he'd had little time to spare for wishing to get away from this strange place. Meeting the beautiful Giselle, and then the white-water rafting trip, had kept him quite occupied.

Today, though, he found himself without anything to do. He stood up, stretched, and tried to decide what he wanted to do with his day. First things first. He'd meant to send Giselle a note, but had been interupted by the forced rafting trip. Still, today was almost as good, so he did that first of all. A quick breakfast, and he was ready to go. A blinking light on a box as he went through the foyer caught his attention. He picked up the key, shrugged, and tucked it in his pocket

Then, he spent all day just roaming over the beautiful grounds. Although he was a creature of the forest, he could easily appreciate natural beauty in all forms. This place was strange to him. Similar to the plains of Rohan, however, which made him feel more at home.

All day, he wandered through the gorgeous landscape on foot. Somehow, he ended up high in the rolling mountains. They were nothing like the tall, forbidding peaks of his own world, and he found himself fascinated with them. Soon, though, it was getting dark, and he was growing hungry. He wished he'd thought to bring food.

Suddenly, he saw a flicker of movement far ahead of him, and the lighthearted nature walk changed for him. He'd brought his bow, because he rarely went anywhere without it, and carefully, slowly, he reached over his shoulder and grabbed an arrow. His smiling face turned grim as he slowly approached. No one without Elven sight, or vision enhanced in some other way, could have caught the movement. Legolas, however, had far-seeing eyes, and had no problem pinpointing the movement. After all, he was quite the hunter, as well as a warrior.

His musical voice was almost friendly as he called out, though his bow was drawn, the arrow ready to fly at the slightest provocation. It hadn't looked like the movement of an animal, so he spoke.

"Greetings, friend. You may as well come out of hiding. I know where you are."

He stood about 100 feet from the tree that sheltered whoever, or whatever, had moved so quickly, and spoke loudly enough for them to hear. He knew he could easily hit him, even from this far away. Calm, confident, and poised, he waited for a response.