towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Legolas (

bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPEN
Setting: All over the place, check the prompts.
Format: Starting with prose but will match, as always.
Summary: Various things and some closed moping.
Warnings: Nothing but will update if anything happens.

Floor 48 - Cemetery - Closed

Another grave joining those already there. Not just one but there was only one that mattered. Hardly noticeable to most. Most people overlooked such things unless they were of interest to them. But there was one plain grave marked with a new name: Haldir. His march warden. The prince stood quietly, staring at the grave. His silk cloak hung over his shoulders, hair still short but for the last time.

"You promised me." His voice was soft but there was an underlying edge to it. There was pain to it. He knew that it was a promise easily made and even more easily broken, with how the administrators worked but... He had hoped.

"Gûr nîn níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenithanc." With those words, he slipped his cloak from his shoulder and draped it over the marker.

Floor 14 - Media Floor

For more than a year in the tower, he had rarely given any much attention to this floor but now it was a curious thing. If they all had but a year left to live, he figured that he might as well learn what he can and make it worth it, in case they couldn't save the worlds.

The elf might well be watching someone playing a video game and trying to learn just how it works.

Floor 7 - Pool

Swimsuits were strange but with such a variety of people in the tower, Legolas had learned not to leave anything to chance. So with a fine pair of green swim trunks, the elf dove into the water and went as deep as her could with how long he could hold his breath. For awhile he just kept diving and floating in the water and then he started to swim laps, untiring. The burn of his muscles felt good, the resistance of the water. It was refreshing but didn't quench the longing he usually felt around the water and ever away from it.

Floor 4

Sitting quietly, Legolas had a book in hand and read. A peaceful and relaxing past time that he hadn't quite indulged in for some time. This particular book had been a gift from Tohko more than six months before, a Christmas gift, and he was finally reading it through. Nothing quite like the stories and books he'd have read in Middle Earth but enough to hold his attention.

And it was quiet on this floor today. He liked that. Legolas wanted things to be quiet for once. It was worse than hearing the joy of others but far better than the screams of those suffering as was common in the Tower of Animus. And it gave him the silence to think in peace, nobody to disturb him. There was a lot to consider each month, how one will survive, what might happen, where or how one might die again. Enough to keep one of the immortal occupied each day.

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Taiki had been looking for Legolas ever since Haldir had disappeared. Taiki's eyes were still red, but it wasn't only Haldir he was crying for.

He saw him reading and went towards him, he didn't speak, he just went to sit at his feet, blinking up sadly at him, not knowing what to say to make his hurt go away, since he knew how much Legolas had cared for Haldir.

It didn't take long for Legolas to focus his attention on Taiki, setting the book aside. The tears he'd fought back until down suddenly seemed so much stronger and he couldn't help himself as he reached to gather Taiki in his arms.

Taiki let himself be picked up, and pressed into Legolas' side, his own tears starting again.

"I'm sorry... I tried to find you earlier..."

"Shh, it's alright." Legolas' voice cracked, just a bit, the elf gently brushing a hand through Taiki's hair. He would have known before Legolas about Haldir's disappearance. He should have gone to find Taiki sooner but he hadn't been thinking clearly.

"We'll find a way to save Haldir."

"We will." Taiki whispered through his tears, "We will get him back... Sorry..." He wiped his eyes.

"Nothing to be sorry for..." Legolas said softly before laughing, the sound a little bit hollow. He leaned back slightly, tilting Taiki's head up just enough to look at him.

"I think Haldir might scold us for shedding tears over him."

Would that stop them? Not likely.

"He would..." The thought of making Haldir mad just made Taiki want to cry more. He blinked up at Legolas sadly.

"Oh, Taiki..." He sighed softly, choking a bit on his own words. Fighting it though, Legolas kept hold of him and tried to control his voice. He had to for both their sake and Sam's, as well as to help Pandora.

"We'll be alright. So will he."

"And we will get him back. People... sorry... they are trying really hard right?"

Taiki wished he could do more, but he was small and underfoot and most of the time he was ill.

"They are, yes. So, we'll have to be brave until we save him."

Taiki being with him was enough, his presense made Legolas remind himself that he couldn't just lay down and let himself die. Which was entirely possible for him to do.

Taiki nodded and leaned against him for a moment before speaking again. "What book are you reading?"

"The Forty-Seven Ronin. Tohko gave it to me for Christmas and I'm only now reading it. Interesting story, as they go."

Lifting the book from where he'd placed it, he offers it to Taiki to look at it.

Taiki reads the blurb and realised he knew the story, even if a shorter spoken version. "We have this story on earth." He said quietly, he didn't like it though, a story full of revenge and death, though his grandma had tried to use it to teach him about honour and duty it had just made Taiki cry.

"Do you?"

Could Taiki and Tohko be from the same world? Hmm, the thought hadn't really crossed his mind until now but there were a lot of similarities between all sorts of worlds.

"I admit, I much prefer the tales of my own people and my own world."

He nodded, "My grandma told me it once, my earth grandma I mean..." He blinked at Legolas again. "Can you tell me one? A story of your world... I mean... um... only if you want to... you don't have to..."

"I can, if that's really what you'd like. I enjoy sharing our songs and stories."

It's just a matter of thinking of one that isn't terrible or sad. That's how most of the stories survived so long. Not that there weren't any happier ones.

"Only... sorry... only if you want to..." He nodded, he liked stories but he didn't want to take up Legolas' time if he wanted to finish his book instead.