“Seventeen,” Legolas said, mostly to himself. Who: Legolas and Pansy When: During the Ring Destruction Plot Where: Out on the streets of Orange County What: Bubble-head charms and killing orcs Rating/Warning: PG/Violence Status: Complete
Pansy was out and about in the ash and smoke. She had a charm on her head, a bubble, so that she could breathe properly and not get ash in her lungs. She’d had a fun time, exploring the city as it was covered in grey--and hunting the creatures that had appeared. The orcs and trolls from another world that were causing such havoc.
She turned a corner, wand drawn, and paused when what she saw wasn’t orcs. Another person--who wasn’t supposed to be out and about.
Honestly, the ash wasn’t effecting Legolas as much as it probably should have been. He could see through it remarkably well, and his hearing even seemed more on point, and except the slight bit of residue that anyone would suffer, it was barely like the thick cloud was getting to him much at all.
He drew a shot with his bow before hopping off the ledge gracefully, then walking to retrieve his arrow. His quiver was regrettably more empty than he’d like from arrows that had gotten away from him, so he had to try and preserve them. When he stood up from the body, he locked eyes with Pansy, and, after a moment, gave her a wave.
Pansy had her wand up and out, holding it straight out in front of her. She raised an eyebrow at the wave, then broke into something of a smirk. “Hi!” She called out. “I never forget a face I’ve spilled coffee on.” She added, lowering her wand and moving closer.
Legolas didn’t laugh, but an amused sort of smile crossed his lips. He walked over to her, putting the retrieved arrow into his quiver. “So. That’s the bubble thing?” he asked, looking at her. Well. Bubble.
"Yeah. Bubble head charm. It's great for avoiding bad smells and the like." She lifted her wand and wiggled it, sending some gold sparks out the end. "Magic's pretty awesome stuff."
“I dream about magic, too, but it’s not like this,” Legolas said, looking at her wand and the bubble again. “It’s more … Organic, I guess, might be the appropriate word. I don’t really have it in my dreams, though some other elves do.”
“You’re an Elf in your dreams?” Pansy asked, slipping her wand into her holster. (Yeah, she had a holster. It was fucking awesome.) “That’s neat. I mean, the Elves in my world aren’t really… cool. There’s House Elves, but they’re short and… kinda Yoda-like.” She said, using her hands to vaguely gesture. “We’ve got Gnomes and Trolls and stuff.”
“I am,” he said, “that’s why I don’t really have much problem out here. In my dreams we’re sort of ethereal. Tall, immortal, mysterious.” Legolas looked a bit amused. “Even in this, I’m not having many problems with my eyesight or my breathing.”
“That’s.. impressive.” Pansy said, quite honestly. She was grinning behind her bubble. “And you’re a good shot with those arrows,” she added. Hey, if he needed some more, she could duplicate them with magic.
“Well.” Legolas couldn’t help but preen a bit. “I do shoot arrows for a living,” he said. “And I’m good with a bow in the dreams, too, so that helps.” He nods his head in a direction and motions for her to follow. “Come on, I hate standing around like this, never know what’s trying to sneak up behind you.”
“Yeah.” Pansy said, smirking a bit behind her bubble as she moved to follow him in the direction his head nodded. “These troll things are fast and strong, but really stupid.” She added, walking alongside the taller gentleman. “They don’t have anything interesting on them, either.” Not that Pansy picked pockets.
“Orcs,” he told her. “They’re from my dream world. They were elves once, I think, a long time ago, and a dark power took them and turned them into what they are. In the last dreams I had, they attacked my home and we followed them. I guess it’s a personal vendetta.” Legolas looked amused. “No, they wouldn’t have anything apart from blades and arrows. Which you don’t need, since you have a wand.”
Pansy thought her wand was better than a blade or arrows. Well, for her, anyway. A blade or a bow and arrow in the right, trained hands could be just as--if not more--deadly than her wand, anyway. Thankfully, she was pretty good wielding it. “This must feel like home, then,” she kidded, moving along beside him as they made their way up the street. It was eerie how deserted it was. And the fog of Volcanic Ash made everything feel like a zombie movie.
“In a strange way, yes,” Legolas replied, not at all kidding. He kicked at a dead orc with the toe of his foot, then bent over to take the arrows off of it. “So what brings you out here then?”
“Am I allowed to answer ‘boredom’ without it seeming… I don’t know. Cliche?” Pansy asked, then gave him a grin. “Really, I just get restless, and I’m pretty adept with my wand, so… I figured I might be able to do some good and get out of the house at the same time. Two birds, one stone.”
Legolas laughs a bit. “Boredom is a fine answer.” After all, he was out for no other reason than he wanted to be. “At least you won’t be spilling coffee on me this time.”
Pansy smirked. “No coffee this time. We’ll have to take a raincheck on ruining our clothes again.” But then she lifted her wand and went silent and still, having picked up sight of one of the creatures out of the corner of her eye.
Legolas was about to laugh, but he caught it, too. His ears, funny enough, had picked up on the sound a touch, as well - just a slight prickle, like the sound of a small twig snapping. With a quiet ease, he pulled an arrow from his quiver and set it in this bow, getting ready for a quick shot.
Pansy kinda wanted to see what Legolas was made of where the bow and arrows were concerned. She waited, completely silent and still as the orc started to make more noise. It obviously didn’t see the two of them standing there, poised to strike. Pansy shifted gears. She started rooting through her defensive magic, rather than offensive, having decided to let Legolas take this one down.
It was quick and, except for the little twang of the the string of his bow, quiet. The arrow hit the orce in the neck and it made a gurgling sound before dropping. “Seventeen,” Legolas said, mostly to himself.
Pansy glanced over at the number, eyebrows raised. “Impressive. You’re either amazing with that thing,” she meant the bow, “or lucky. I don’t know if I’ve even seen seventeen of them so far.”
He couldn’t help but preen under her words. It was a quiet sort of smugness mixed with pride. “My friend and I might be going out of our way to seek them out,” Legolas admitted, “and I have been using a bow for many years.” He walked over and put his boot on the orc’s chest, then pulled his arrow free. “Speaking of, I should go find her before she gets out of her depth.”
“Hey, yeah.” Pansy said, giving him a nod. “Good luck with the rest of your hunt.” She added, giving him a wink he could likely barely see over the bubble covering her head. “I’ll see you later.”