towerofanimus | DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

Characters: all the characters involved in the Dream Event
Setting: various dreams, various locations
Format: any
Summary: Xehanort draws a large amount of the tower into worlds constructed from their dreams in an attempt to learn about everyone en masse
Warnings: ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING

[Tendrils of magic wound their way around, lines of energy flickered into existence, forming a large shape on the ground around where Xehanort sat with his back straight and legs tucked neatly beneath him. Perfect. It was a bigger scale than the one he'd done but a month before, already he could feel the flickers of connection, the shape getting brighter and more defined.

More participants. More mental drag. There was little to worry about. With Xigbar on guard duty, his sleeping body would be quite safe. No, it was time to dream... and see just who would follow.

Darkness shrouded his hand, keyblade flaring into life, and he gripped the handle in both hands, aiming it at the ground, at the keyhole defined by criss-crossing darkness responding, resonating...

drowsiness laced through him, the blade in his hands sagging downward until the tip touched the ground, his posture slacking, head and shoulders slumping slightly

in slumber, the dreams of others awaited

the Master was asleep.]

OOC NOTE BECAUSE I CAN'T EDIT THE POST IT'S ON ANYMORE AND NOT REDOING ALL OF THAT: Dreamers should post to their REAL WORLD thread explaining where their character is, if they made it to a bed or if they're on the floor somewhere or wherever.

If you have questions for me, put them in your base character thread!

If I missed you somehow, let me know and I'll add you to the appropriate section!

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Mirkwood, Legolas' home and once known as Eryn Galen, or Greenwood the Great in Westron. And for most of his life, the woods had been covered in darkness from Sauron. Giant spiders and orcs roamed in the woods and the Elves were forced to reside solely in his fathers halls, on the eastern end of the forest river.

The prince spent years training with a bow and swords under the other elves, training to be as great as them and his father, the king. And when he was skilled enough, he joined some of the elves when they went out to clear out part of the orc or giant spider population in the forest. They're work was typically quick and efficient, used to how quickly they could sneak up on anyone that didn't know the forest well but oh, did the elves know it well.

It is in battle that this dream soon starts and Legolas is there, dressed very differently than he usually is in the tower. Light armor on his body to protect from orc sword and spider bites and his signature twin blades in hand, catching some of the light from between trees limbs high above them as he swings.

Legolas left Mirkwood with others, intended as a messenger. His task? To deliver word of Gollum's escape to Gandalf and Elrond. The riding from Mirkwood to Rivendell was long as hard but they were able to handle it well enough and with all the grace expected of their race.

And when they arrived, Legolas was quick to deliver his message to Elrond and they were asked to join with the Council of Elrond being held there. A council regarding the One Ring, an artifact belonging to Sauron who was once also known as the Necromancer to the Elves of Mirkwood. He would speak very little during it, coming to the defense of Aragorn in regards to his heritage and then volunteering his skills to the Fellowship.

Entering the mines, as Legolas and the rest of the Fellowship knew, was the last thing Gandalf wanted to do. And he could understand why, later on. Skeletal remains of dwarves were scattered everywhere inside, spiderwebs weaved between bones and weapons still clasped tightly by them.

"This is no mine. It is a tomb." Boromir spoke their thoughts for all to hear, an echo ringing out. In a heartbeat, all the members of the Fellowship had weapons drawn and ready though nothing but a deathly silence met them as they moved on.

Thankfully there was no awkward falling out of the sky or anything like that; Ven had been able to enter the mines along with the rest of the Fellowship, wearing an armored outfit as was typical of a human warrior (though a bit more armor than he was usually used to.)

Granted, he had no idea what was going on, but his weapon was out anyway-- once again a sword rather than his typical keyblade. He wanted to say something, and even opened his mouth to speak, but as he glanced around...well for now, his breath caught in his throat. It was definitely unlike anywhere he'd ever seen before.

For Legolas, he barely noticed that there was a change in the Fellowship. He simply thought it odd that Elrond would agree to allow such a young human to join them on the quest. The elf followed Gandalf and the Fellowship quietly, falling towards the back of the group so that he could give them any warnings.

The trip through the mines would be long and exhausting, especially so after ~~a couple days~~ Gimli spotted the tomb of Balin and rushed in. Which led to Pippin making enough noise to draw the orcs and trolls to them.

Long and exhausting as it was-- and as dreary as the atmosphere was-- Ven didn't mind it too much. Normally he wouldn't like going through such dark and tense situations for so long on end, but after all the other dreams he'd visited, it was almost kind of nice.

He'd almost ran in after Gimli when they got to the tomb of Balin just so that something would happen, but stopped himself; that, didn't matter much though given the...monsters that were coming.

"Here they come--!" His sword had fallen just a bit, but he readied it up once again now, no matter how weird the grip felt.

The doors were quickly shut, sealed with axes from the fallen dwarves and whatever else they could block it with. Boromir muttered something about a cave troll as he moved back from the door. When it went, nobody would want to be so close to it, lest they risk being crushed.

Legolas drew back an arrow, sharp eyes watching the doors as orcs approached and began hacking at it. The first orc that was visible as they hacked a hole in the door would find an arrow in his eye, yellow feathers on the end of it marking it as the princes. And another arrow was knocked back before the orc had even fallen, prepared to take down yet another. One from Aragorn followed and then the door crashed open.

Part of him took the time off to note the impressive archery-- ranged skills were certainly his expertise, but he probably wouldn't be able to guide an arrow very well. The minor distracted was forced to take a backseat however, when the door was forcibly opened.

No time to waste then; Ven had no idea what these things were, but they were without a doubt the enemy. He sprinted forward swinging his sword in a wide arc in front of him to slice through the orcs.

Legolas was impressed as well, at how easily Ventus handled a blade. There were few humans that could handle one so well at such an age. This thought didn't slow the elf at all however as he fired another arrow and looked towards the cave troll that was lumbering into the tomb.

The prince knocked back another arrow and released, aiming for its face. Sadly, arrows were not the most effective of weapons against trolls, forcing the elf to draw his twin blades and attack it, attempting to ensure that the troll didn't go for Ventus or the Hobbits.

Legolas certainly didn't have to worry about the trolls going for Ven at least, because he was going straight for them. He slide across the ground to swing behind one of them and spun around, carrying the sword's blade through a small crowd of trolls around him.

A cave troll was a difficult foe to take down, even with the swords of the Fellowship and Gimli's axe, the troll was quite resilient. Although that was a given considering how large it was. The Hobbits barely seemed to participate, not until the troll nearly killed Frodo.

It would be lying to say Ven was still trucking along just fine; he had plenty of stamina sure, and he could run on forever, but when he was dashing around, using a strange weapon, and getting attacked himself, it made his stamina drain down, fast.

He took in a breath-- had to keep going though. He pointed the sword forward, unleashing a ball of fire towards one of the trolls harassing the Hobbits.

Magic? From a Man? Something there... wasn't right. Legolas almost stopped mid-fight but he was still aware of how dangerous this battle was, how anyone could die at any given moment considering how swarmed they were in the tomb.

And then it dawned on him. Humans weren't capable of magic. That was a gift wizards like Gandalf possessed.

Unfortunately, Ven missed that memo, and followed up the fireball attack with a few quick slashes with his sword.

It was when he stopped for a second to rest that he got Legolas' momentary look, and that was what caused him curiosity-- had he screwed up somehow? He was still kind of knew at this whole "course of a dream" thing...

But then of course, there was much time to dwell on it, because he had to spin around and try to stab a troll in the face.

Missed memo indeed and it has Legolas thinking. The dream is very close to being broken but for now, nothing yet. The focus is on the battle and any change from that could run the risk of someone getting killed.

Ven's attack was definitely worth the risk, blinding one of its eyes but also much more dangerous, the beast flailing in rage now.

In the forest of Mirkwood, during the dark night, a fire is burning in a small clearing. A table is set up with various types of food: deer meat, vegetables, fruits, breads, water and wine. Plenty of wine, Elves were very fond of it, you know. And there are dozens of elves dancing and singing. Legolas is among them, dressed nicely and wearing a crown of silver with etched leaves. And nearby is a man that appears similarly to him with a crown of leaves on his brow.

It's raining and the sounds of battle are practically deafening. Legolas and Gimli are on the battlements with soldiers from Edoras and Haldir's Marchwardens spread among them. The elf had already been separated from his companions in the heat of battle and his focus was entirely on killing what enemies came within his range. Bodies litter the ground but the prince moves lightly over them to reach those in need of help and cutting through several Uruk-Hai along the way.

Legolas is one amongst the crown here, several other Elves around him. He's dressed formally in a blue-silver top and pants, crown on his head and he's smiling as he watches Gandalf place the crown on Aragorn's head.

Thanks to Eomer, Legolas and Gimli had a drinking contest in Edoras after the battle of Helm's Deep and the death of Saruman. Elves are very fond of wine but seem to never turn down any alcohol that is offered to them, apparently never turning away any type of booze. And Elves are said to be able to best Dwarves in drinking contests, no matter what type of alcohol.

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DREAM A LITTLE DREAM WITH ME

DREAMS

MIRKWOOD

FORMING OF THE FELLOWSHIP

MINES OF MORIA

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CELEBRATING

HELMS DEEP

ARAGORN'S CROWNING

DRINKING GAMES