towerofanimus

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf (

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Setting: Room 3-02, Cafeteria, meadow floor, anywhere else you wanna bump into him
Format: Starting with prose, both formats are good though
Summary: A blonde elf wakes up in a tower with word that Middle Earth is gone. A persistent search for his (still living) friends ensues.
Warnings: Potential for violence due to mistaken identity?

Room 3-02

The lack of ability to move, feeling like he couldn't breathe, Legolas had to fight not to jump to his feet and search for a threat when he finally regained his ability to move. His breathing remained even when he got to his feet, blue eyes carefully roaming around the room. The note went largely unnoticed for the time being while he went to investigate the trunk.

He was glad to find his clothes in there, his bow and a quiver full of arrows. Legolas didn't really waste much time in changing, tugging lightly at the collar and adjusting his clothes to fit more comfortably around it before slinging the quiver over his shoulder and sheathing his twin knives beneath the quiver. And finally he placed a sheathed Rohirric sword around his waist and a white knife. All equipment he had with him a century ago when he joined the Fellowship of the Ring, to assist Frodo.

That was so long ago. What was he going to do about Gimli? He had been taking him to the Undying Lands with him. They would have been reunited with Gandalf and Frodo, Lord Elrond and Lady Galadriel.

The elf sat on his bed and sighed a bit. Then spotted the letter. And the elf read it, carefully because it had been many years since he'd read anything in the tongue of Man. And then he read it again before crumpling it. Middle Earth was gone? Did that mean Gimli was gone as well? The old Dwarf never having a chance to see the Undying Lands?

Cafeteria

Legolas had the foresight to bring along a chunk of Lembas bread with his when he entered the cafeteria and was handed the bowl of oatmeal. He'd had worse food, he was sure, but that was a long time ago. He'd happily enjoyed the food of his people, and of the dwarves for a century now.

He was at least mature enough not to poke at his food or make disgusted faces at it. Legolas ate it in silence and them ate some Lembas bread to get the taste from his mouth.

Floor 25/Meadow

Legolas sat cross legged, relaxing in the middle of the meadow. His weapons are set on the ground beside him, as if they disturb the bit of peace this place offers. It's not the same though. He wanted to be near the sea now. He even starts to quote something.

"Legolas Greenleaf, long under tree,
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall then rest in the forest no more."

Anywhere else

The tower residents may find a blonde young man, barely looking more than twenty years of age, and with pointy ears wandering around. He's very heavily armed but walking casually, with only his bow in hand.

Oh, and he has pointy ears.

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"I didn't give up much education for it, I had several centuries to study what I liked but the world is filled with quite a bit of knowledge that I'll never see." Legolas reached to take the bow and ran a hand over, looking a bit fond. His destiny had lead in outside of the woods.

"There was a dangerous weapon found, one that could destroy all of Middle Earth if it returned to his Master. I joined the fellowship, our mission being to destroy it before war ravaged the world."

Centuries? Interesting. He must age slower than typical humans then. Though Ienzo had to nod in agreement anyway; there were some things that man was just never going to know. And a weapon that could destroy the world... that certainly justified cutting it short. "That was quite noble," he said. "If these weapons are anything to go by, I'm sure you were a great asset to the fellowship." Not that it mattered in the end, of course, whether the 'your world was destroyed' spiel was true or not.

"I was, to those that I remained with. At least, I like to believe I was." His eyes were sharp enough to find where an Uruks armor was weakest, could tell where they were taking the Hobbits. Yes, Elves were excellent allies to have. Which was half the reason they had survived the battle at Helm's Deep, thanks to all the Elves that had arrived before Saruman's army.

"I'm not sure what to think about Middle Earth. I was sailing to the Undying Lands at the time, during an era of peace for the land."

"About its destruction? Neither has anyone else here," he said, his static expression having graduated into a frown. "Supposedly every single world has been destroyed, but we have seen no absolute evidence indicating that this is true or false. Others have made their own assumptions, but... I would rather find the actual answer than stand around presenting my opinion as fact."

"I would like to learn the truth myself. It would be a shame if all the effort we'd exerted to protect Middle Earth, was for only a century of peace." Couldn't have been Sauron or Saruman, both were dead. The One Ring was melted in Mount Doom with Gollum. As far as he knew? There was no one else that posed a substantial threat.

He nodded again. Though Ienzo himself hadn't done too much to forward the well-being of his country, someone very close to him had, and so he knew just how much work had been put into it. And for all of that work to be wasted...

"Yes... though I think you will find that, in the meantime, the state of affairs in this tower could use a century of peace as well." The easiest way to do that? Overthrow their captors. But that's an extremely lofty goal.

"I'm not sure that's something that can be done easily. Not without the help of a very well trained and intelligent group of people." People he'd not be able to gather on his own. A prince he may be, secretly, but he wasn't a leader like Aragorn or Gandalf. He was taught how to lead,w as capable of it, but preferred... not to.

This prompted him to think for a moment. Could the residents of the Tower ever weave something like that? He... wasn't sure. "No, certainly not easily. But there may be some people worth your time here. ...Unfortunately, as some come in, others disappear." He's seen this happen to his own ~~friends~~ associates several times, including one who could have certainly counted as 'well trained and intelligent'. Knowing that your confidant could just disappear from the Tower come the next morning never did anything good for planning rebellions, but then again, that was usually the scenario anyway.

"That will make it difficult. Does anybody know where they go when they disappear?" Where could they go, after all, if their worlds were destroyed?

"We'll have to make due as best we can, if we attempt it. Disappearances or not."

"I have spoken with one after she returned, and she said that she wandered around the ruins of her old world. I can only assume that this is where the others are as well." Destruction is subjective, after all.

"That's... That's terrible. What's the purpose of sending somebody back to that?" A purely rhetorical question but one Legolas just couldn't helped from speaking aloud. The elf pinched the bridge of his nose, a rare headache approaching.

Rhetorical questions? Pshhh. There's no such thing as rhetorical questions. "Many things here seem to happen without a purpose." Also they nearly kill people, but that's details.

Details that Legolas would not approve of. Ever. He's seen enough people die for pointless causes, pointless wars that should have ended before he was born.

"And how do you fare here?"

He folds his arms, thoughtful. It was not hard for him to connect that question to death, but had this man figured out the death policy yet? It seemed unwise to ask, so he went for the more generic answer. "I am certainly not very powerful, but I get by roughly as well as anyone else." This was not untrue. Even though it was abundantly obvious that he could not use any weapon with efficiency, he was slowly but steadily learning assorted magic spells from Aqua. Of course, there were people in the tower who didn't even have those, meaning that he was actually a fair bit better off.

Clever way of avoiding most of what the question was a about. Clever enough that Legolas wasn't going to push. Not yet, in any case.

"Powerful but what terms? If I learned anything in life, it's not all about magic or skill or strength." Frodo and Sam were small Hobbits who had never left the Shire but they had made it to Mount Doom to destroy the ring.

"Powerful in the terms of protecting and defending oneself from attackers." An absolutely vital skill here, of course. Not that he would have any problem in this area; clearly the man was well prepared, assuming he knew how to use all of the weapons he carried around.

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