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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.
When:This evening.
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.

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walksinstarlite
2014-01-15 11:01 pm UTC (link)

With Kili safe and healing. Tauriel knew she needed to go after Legolas to help him hunt down the orcs. But she was still hesitant to leave him. He had been close to Death's door and she worried still. She wanted him to keep his promise to his mother that he would return to her alive. But she had a duty as the Captain of the Mirkwood guard to help Legolas and keep him safe. He was her friend and the prince after all and he had only followed her because she had left the Woodland Realm against Thranduil's orders.

Gathering her weapons back up she started for the door of Bard's house when the world suddenly shifted and she felt the pull of powerful magic. Her vision swam and she tugged her bow and an arrow free as the world shifted. Once it stopped she had her bow drawn and aimed around, looking for any sign of a threat but found none. She lowered the bow but did not drop her guard. The snow and cold being kicked up barely phased her and she looked around. Her keen Elven eyes quickly found Legolas and she smiled a little though frowned when she began noticing things. His garb was different and he was a bit scuffed up as if he had been in a big fight. More than that though, his bow was not one of Mirkwood but of another Elven realm...perhaps Lothlorien?

She would get answers but of all those here, Legolas was the one she trusted. She moved quickly to his side, walking easily atop the snow thanks to what she was. As Legolas headed towards the town she could also see, she looked around, wary for any threats that could fall upon them.

"Were you successful in hunting the orcs down in Laketown?" she asked in Elvish, glancing over at him. Something was...different about him. His eyes looked...older...

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mirkwoodsprince
2014-01-16 10:12 am UTC (link)

Tauriel was not who he expected to find in that graveyard, and seeing her in such a place sank his heart. He was not certain this land was not a land of dead. The very last thing he wanted for her was that fate. If he were to have it then he would rather suffer eternal afterlife alone. But he ket quiet for some time as they walked through the snow, unsure how to react to her presence or the new world around them. He knew it was not theirs because of the sounds of the trees. They were so muffled and nearly silent that it could not have been Middle Earth. Everything had a life force there. There was rarely such silence or cause for worry as there was now. What had happened to Middle Earth? What had become of the friends he fought beside?

How could it all just be gone?

The bow on his backside was indeed Lothlorien. Every bit of it's home land could be seen in its markings. Lothlorien bows were legendary even among elves. Legolas could still not believe he'd been gifted such a thing or how easily it bent to his will. He had a natural talent for bow and the Lothlorien bow only brought it further to the surface.

Had they been alone, perhaps surprise would have played on his otherwise calm features. But currently Legolas was almost stunned to silence. For him of course, it was not abnormal. Only her familiar voice broke it and his internal monologue. "Laketown? That was ages ago Tauriel.." Blue eyes full of confusion and equal concern for her watched her carefully. Had she been injured or her mind tricked? "I've come from Helm's Deep. Tell me. What is the last thing you remember?" There was no need for common English anymore. Legolas spoke in a soft and even tone as he stepped out of the way of several civilians who gave them wide eyed stares. Fortunately for them there were not many out due to the sudden blizzard. Most were scrambling to get to their homes.

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walksinstarlite
2014-01-16 12:14 pm UTC (link)

As they walked, the she-Elf glanced over and studied the bow more carefully. It was indeed a Lothlorien bow. To her knowledge, Legolas had never ventured to such a place. Thranduil liked to keep the borders of his realm more or less closed. They did have business on occasion with Lake-town but that was it for the most part. So for him to have a Lothlorien bow... And his clothing was not what he had worn when they had ventured after the orcs. And even the sword he had taken from the lead Dwarf was absent.

When he spoke of Lake-town having been ages ago, she arched a brow. Moreso when he spoke of being at Helm's Deep. "The last thing I remember is healing the Dwarf that was struck with the Morgul arrow. But you...you are not wearing the same clothing you wore when we entered Laketown...and the sword you had is gone..." To those who knew her well, such as Legolas, they would be able to hear the puzzlement in her voice.

She blinked and stared when she spotted a car, studying it curiously. A horseless drawn carriage... What magic brought them to this place? And what was this place?

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mirkwoodsprince
2014-01-23 08:34 pm UTC (link)

Between Lake Town and Helm's Deep, there had been much he'd experienced that had opened his eyes quite a bit more than when Tauriel once knew him. He was a bit softer when it came to addressing the men who chose to follow them into town, though still his tone held a commanding edge. It was obvious he'd taken something away from watching Aragorn lead. His friend was an amazing leader, and Legolas wished to be like him one day. Even if he did occasionally make very rash decisions. He truthfully cared for his fellow man, and that alone was something to strive toward. He knew elves had their own way of leading that was unlike that of the man, but some aspects were not bad, and some traditions could sand to be broken. He only wished he'd had a chance to tell his father this before he'd been brought to this new strange land.

"It is gone." He confirmed. Instead he carried two fighting knives but they remained mostly hidden. Even to Tauriel he did not speak of them. His bright blue eys focused on her in confusion. "You did not face an injury?" Tht was the only thing he could come up with for why she would not remember as he did. "I believe this may be the work of some great magic." He admitted uneasily as he too watched the same car drive by and gave it an uncomfortable frown.

"Walk soft. We do not want our presence detected by the wrong sort.." He spoke to her in Elvish and then continued to walk ontop of the snow, unsure what he was looking for but against the idea of remaining in one place to look for it.

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walksinstarlite
2014-01-24 02:11 pm UTC (link)

She nodded when he spoke of the sword being gone. She knew he always carried the two knives upon his back with his quiver. After all, arrows did not last forever in battle and bows could be knocked away. She herself always carried two blades with her. At Legolas' question of her facing injury, she shook her head. "I did not," she assured him. She gave a nod of agreement. "Powerful magic," she concurred. "Not only to pull us to a strange land but also from different times it seems."

Tauriel's eyes never stopped moving as she scanned for threats and clues as to where exactly they were. "We should seek shelter," she suggested. "A place to defend if needs be." It was practical after all. And she would feel better once they had a place to rest and gain their bearings in this strange new world. "Do you think this is still part of Middle Earth? Perhaps some undiscovered land?"

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mirkwoodsprince
2014-01-31 01:28 am UTC (link)

His knives were easy enough to conceal at least but they were not a thing that got discussed. "Nor did I." He knew logically that wasn't what it could have been. Even if it had been an injury of some kind he did not know many injuries that could transport two entire beings to another land entirely. That was just ridiculous. And it wasn't as if magic was such a foreign idea, he knew a wizard after all. So why did he have such a difficult time believing it was magic? Whatever this magic was, it rubbed him the wrong way. In the back of his mind it just felt wrong. He couldn't describe it any better than that.

Both of them were on edge. A new land with strange new surroundings did that. Legolas kept his grip on his bow as he lowered it from his back to keep it within easy reach should something decide to attack them. "Aye." He agreed to her comment, it was logical. The first thing they needed to do was to get out of the snow, and out of sight. He looked over his shoulder to see if any were coming to follow from the graveyard, but he could not see them. Perhaps tey were concealed by magic, or had chosen their own routes, he was unsure. He couldn't afford to worry about them all now, but he did worry for the wisp of blond hair he saw rushing away from the group. He didn't know her reasons for running, whether she was friend or foe, only that he could ense a great power from her. And great distress.

He worried about the mission he was meant to be facing in Middle Earth. What was it's fate if he was stuck there in that strange world and unable to play his role? "It looks well tended." He spoke of all the great buildings that surrounded them. "It does not feel like Middle Earth. The forests are no longer speaking to me. I can no longer hear the sounds of home."

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