|Legolas Greenleaf (mirkwoodsprince) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-01-15 13:41:00
|Entry tags:||legolas, tauriel|
Who: Legolas, Jesse (and open to Tauriel)
What:Arrival in a strange new world.
Where:A graveyard apparently.
Warnings: ba but I don't see any happening.
They had won the battle for Hems Deep, but Legolas knew the war for Middle Earth was not over. Even still, his hope for a new future had been refreshed. The men were strong and brave for a group of villagers whom he'd knew most had not even held a weapon. They fought well and it'd paid off. Still he worried. He knew his friend had been gravely injured and yet he still fought among them. Aragorn was his captain, a strong and stubborn man by every definition in the world and Legolas was pleased to fight along side him. But he worried. That did not stop him from seeking out his friend after the last sword fell.
But then it was as if the world had shifted, things had changed, and he had this sinking feeling Aragorn was not going to be found. Instead of the inner strong walls of Helms Deep, the young elf stood in an eerie place. One of soft fertile land that shifted under his feet unlike Helm's Deep made of rock. This was different. Everything was different and not for the better. There were head stones about, and Legolas needed only moments to realize just where he was.
A graveyard? But he had not crossed the river. Everything was still very much in it's place as he touched his chest. Beyond a few injuries from war, it was nothing he would not survive. If not for the graveyard he probably would not have noticed. "There is a foul presence in the air." He said in Elvish. Bright blue eyes looked about, others were with him. "We should not linger." He then said to the group in common English. They looked human, the ones who stood with him. All but one he recognized as Tauriel. "There is a village near." He could see it with his keen eyes.
He waited. He wanted to find Aragorn, but he knew it would not be possible so he waited for Tauriel to follow and he left the graveyard. The blizzard was fierce, but he was light and walked ontop of the snow as if nothing even phased him. The snow almost seemed to listen and did not obscure his vision. He was not afraid of the chill it brought in its wake either, he simply walked as though it were nothing. A large strange bow and set of arrows resting on his back. A girl had run from them, one of pale skin and he watched her leave. Why had she run?
Part of him had wanted to stay and find her, but the other knew the rest of the humans shivering in the graveyard needed to get somewhere warmer. And quickly. If he lead the way perhaps they would follow.
Once in the town, Legolas stood out like a sore thumb. He did not recognize anything. Everything had changed. Everything he once knew was gone, and he knew not where. It concerned him deeply, but the expression on his face did not show a single emotion. He was surrounded by strangers, and thus he would be a rock.