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[keeps_count]

Characters: Legolas Greenleaf (keeps_count) and OPEN
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.

Comments

Yes exactly

[keeps_count]

I can hardly wait.

[It's an amused and friendly sort of sarcasm he uses.]

Now we'll have to see if the Tower can handle it.

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor snickers at that and approaches one of the tables, pausing to get her helmet and her gloves off, since they aren't precisely the most useful when it comes to navigating the kitchen.]

Wait here.

His awesome combined with Legolas' and Gandalf will obviously break the tower and send them home

[keeps_count]

Alright, I'll await your return.

[A smile, still, and he sits down, watching Eleanor.]

Best escape plan ever.

[thebigsister]

[After a few moments, Eleanor came back out, carrying a plate of plain oatmeal with her. She presented it to Legolas with a small wry smile.]

Here you go.

The very best

[keeps_count]

[Welp... It still looked more edible than Eowyn's cooking, not going to lie.]

Thank you. It would be rude of me to eat in front of you though so--

[From his clothes, he withdrew a small piece of bread, wrapped in a large leaf.]

I'll share this with you.

Who needs the Triforce when you've got the LotR cast?

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor blinked at him.]

Oh, you don't have to, thank you.

[Have another smile as she looks at the bread curiously.]

EXACTLY!

[keeps_count]

I know I don't have to, but I wish to. It's called Lembas bread, it's an elvish food. You don't have to eat much of it for it to keep you from going hungry for a day.

[And he'll start eating the oatmeal. Bravely.]

...Jesus, Legolas stares into your S O U L

[thebigsister]

[Go on, brave soldier! She's not a bad cook, at least. Or well, at least she's good enough she won't screw up oatmeal. She looks at the bread curiously, breaking off a small piece and nibbling into it.]

That must be very convenient, is it a common thing in your world?

Ahahaha

[keeps_count]

[That's a good thing. He'll manage to eat a couple bites before shaking his head.]

Not very common, unfortunately. Not many people often visit the elves so few people ever get lembas bread from us. Which is a shame. It can last months, perhaps even over a year, as long as it remains wrapped in leaves.

[thebigsister]

[Without the helmet, Legolas is privy to Eleanor's surprised expression.]

...you're an elf, then?

[keeps_count]

I am, yes. One of the Sindarin Elves, of Mirkwood.

[thebigsister]

...I'm afraid that doesn't really mean much to me.

[She nibbles some more at the bread, thoughtfully.]

As far as I know, there are no elves where I come from.

[keeps_count]

It may be that they don't wish to be seen but I can't be a judge of that. It is your world, after all.

[thebigsister]

That might very well be the case. Let me rephrase.

[She smiled brightly, curiosity clear in her features.]

You are the first elf I've ever met.

[keeps_count]

[Legolas grinned and stood for a moment, bowing just a bit out of politeness.]

I'm glad that I could be the first.

[thebigsister]

[Blink. Blink. Okay! She chuckles.]

So am I!

[keeps_count]

[Let princely elves do princely things :C]

What does your world say of Elves?

[thebigsister]

That they are fiction, mostly. Legends exist, but it is generally accepted they are only myths from ancient times. Like dragons and such things.

[keeps_count]

I was taught once, when I was barely a century old, that all myths and legends hold a grain of truth.

[thebigsister]

...that might be true. Though in my world, science holds the reigns of reason.

[keeps_count]

I'm not very familiar with 'science' I'm afraid.

[thebigsister]

Ah, science is... the explanation for things, really. The laws and theories behind various phenomena. Or rather the study of phenomena to arrive at such explanations, and then use them for the betterment of mankind.

[keeps_count]

That sounds very useful a study. I suppose the explosive that Saruman used to breach Helms Deep could be attributed to science, in Middle Earth.

[thebigsister]

Oh, definitely!

[She nods.]

Science can reach the point of seeming magic, even.

[keeps_count]

I doubt that magic will ever be able to be explain by it. That is its' nature, after all.