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[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Characters: "Elvenking" Legolas and YOU, tower!
Setting: Backdated to Oct. 11, throughout the tower (just pick anywhere)
Format: Prose to start but will switch
Summary: Legolas woke up dressed as his father, King Thranduil. Including the crown.
Warnings: Nothing but possible mischief

When the prince had awoken this morning, he was dressed in the slightly confining clothes of a figure he knew quite well, one he had known for a few thousand years, in fact. He attempted to remove them but that moment he shifted his attention to take his own clothes, the costume was on his once more, crown included. The type of crown he'd always refused to wear when at home, opting for a more traditional silver circlet.

Well, this was a battle he wouldn't win so he grabbed his swords and strapped them on to go with his costume and grabbed the ridiculous little bucket, looking at it with obvious distaste and went to scour the tower for candy. None of which he would eat because, wow, what the hell were those things? Nothing like that was in Middle Earth and he's not about to try one.

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[marchwarden]

The Prince of Mirkwood would not be the only one dressed abnormally today. In truth, Haldir felt rather out of place in these dark crimson robes, especially since he wasn't quite fond of the style. However beggars cannot be choosers, and it would seem that Animus has forced all residents to don some sort of strange apparel. Walking along the hall within garbs not his own, Haldir paused once he saw a man dressed in silver approach.

Not quite certain what to think of the fancily dressed fellow, Haldir's eyes widen once he realized just who this person was supposed to be. "The Elvenking, here...?" His brow arched somewhat. "Nay, this cannot be." Drawing nearer with every step, the march warden suddenly came to an abrupt halt once he realized who it truly was. "Legolas?" He just stares at the prince with a baffled gaze.

"What is the meaning of this?"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

If not for the hair, Legolas would not have realized it was Haldir approaching him and he involuntarily took a step back in surprised when the older elf spoke his name that it actually struck him of who it was.

"Haldir? You are dressed so splendidly that I had difficulty recognizing you." He'd mentally add that red was not a color he could easily see the marchwarden pulling off but already this was a strange encounter with their odd clothing.

"It is no choice of mine that I am dressed this way. I attempted to remove it but it was magicked right back onto me."

[marchwarden]

As fair as Haldir and most of their kind are; crimson is simply not a hue that best suits them. Already well aware of this truth, the march warden had the right to feel rather uncomfortable in such gaudy attire. However, he does feel oddly empowered in such strange garbs. Perhaps there's some sort of reason why the Administrators went through so much trouble to ensure he'll wear it.

"Aaye, Legolas." He greets him with a slight bow. "It would seem that neither of us could easily recognize each other in such lavish attire." Finally noting how much Legolas truly takes after his lord father, Haldir doesn't quite feel up to teasing the poor Elf. Before him stands the Prince of Mirkwood, not the cheeky young wood-elf who tries his patience.

"Is it wise to assume that this is yet another foul trick played upon us?"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Legolas couldn't blame him for any discomfort but the clothes did suit him, if only they had given him a color that better matched elven skin. He'd make no comments of it, if only to spare Haldir.

"I must say, it seems to suit you." The bow gets a chuckle from the princeling, so unused to such formalities after years of barely acknowledging his own position unless with his father or doing some task necessary for leading those in Mirkwood. In fact, the only reminders here in the tower were his crown, Haldir often referring to him as a prince and this costume.

"I believe that it is. I know of nothing else that would force us to dress so. Even Gandalf would not play such a trick on us."

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch had encountered candy in Meridian, at least. And it had made him go crazy for three days. So he wasn't eating any of his own.

Should Legolas go to the elevator for any reason, he may see a man dressed as an angel kneeling on the floor with a handful of candy. A glance down into the bucket he's tied to his waist will show he's probably got enough for the day, which might explain some things, like why he simply deposits the handful there and straightens up without it.*

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[The curious costume that Enoch wore was what drew the princes attention, and then to the handful of candy he left behind. Curious as it was, it demanded he speak up.]

Aaye, mellon.

[warriorscribe]

*Enoch blinked at the unfamiliar words, his first instinct to try and make sense of them because he rarely failed to understand things.*

Ah...what was that?

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[With a bow of his head, Legolas closed the distance between them and gave a smile.]

My apologies. I meant to say "Hail, friend" though it came out in my own language.

[dance_mypuppets]

Well, at least Kankuro wasn't the only one among the residents of room 3-06 that had awakened looking rather ridiculous.

"Well, ain't this cute?" he commented, once Legolas had given up on trying to get changed, examining the plastic pumpkin with a grimace of distaste. Ugly thing it was, and no doubt it'd just get in the way of just about anything he actually wanted to do. "Someone must be bored out of their mind."

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Well, Legolas couldn't help but be thankful for the familiarity of his own costume if only it wasn't so ridiculously formal and it was fitted more for his fathers tastes than his own.

"I hope it is quite entertaining for the one who orchestrated this nonsense." Legolas was glancing at the pumpkin again and shaking his head. It was so ridiculous a trinket, that an elf his age would have to carry it around was terribly cruel.

"As I am sure that others being involved in this will not be at all happy to allow this to go without complaint to the administrators.

[dance_mypuppets]

"Tch, we actually get to make complaints here?" That was a change. "Can't imagine they get listened to, if this place is still the way it is." Back where he had been -- the place he could only now remember -- making complaints just made their captors laugh and make insulting notes for everyone to see.

He raised a hand as though to pull off the mask -- hell, this thing wasn't any good, he got basically no peripheral out of that side now, how was he supposed to fight like that? But let it fall again. If these things could stay off, he was pretty sure his roommate wouldn't be still wearing that red crown. "I've sure as hell got a few things I'd like to say to 'em, given the chance," he added.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"We can but it's not likely to be well received. I believe that last people who complained awoke with scalpels embedded in their hands." Oh! Well that was different. He'd never met anyone that was previously familiar with the tower.

And he thought correctly, Legolas would have removed the crown if he could keep it off. He really could never understand his fathers fondness for crowns of this style.

"Quite a few of us would."

[notagiraffe]

Taiki was also in a costume and was in the meadow hunting for candy. Sanshi and Gohran were both with him and he knew Lord Gyousou was close by, though Taiki was glad that Gyousou felt he could do other things and not be with Taiki all the time. Taiki was worried that the dangers of this place would make him even more of a burden on his king.

He blinked at Legolas not recognising him for a moment in the costume, but once he realised who it was he smiled. "Hello Legolas!"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Oh. Oh ho. Legolas had to admit that Taiki's costume was adorable, despite not knowing the animal. Of course, there were animals that people here didn't know of so it came as no surprise that he didn't recognize the costume. The voice, however, he did recognize. Easily in fact.

"Hail, Taiki!"

[notagiraffe]

Taiki grinned running closer, the giraffe head bobbing as he ran. "Are you alright, Legolas?" He tilted his head looking at his costume. "Is that... sorry did you wake up in a costume?" He hoped it was and that Legolas wouldn't be insulted. After all it wasn't Legolas' normal wear and much more formal than anything Taiki had seen him in before, he looked like a king.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

"I am quite well. I hope that you are as well?" As Taiki approached, Legolas kneeled down to his level and grinned, pushing back the crown he wore (and wondering how his father didn't get annoyed with it) to a more comfortable position.

"I did. I hope that it doesn't seem too outlandish. Your own costume is quite--" Adorable, but he wasn't sure if that would be offensive or not. "suiting to you."

[firstofthefallen]

You cut quite a dashing figure like that Legolas. Of course, considering the costumes of most of those here for the season it seems quite unlikely it's meant to compliment you all that well. He has to wonder what the meaning of your costume is, both as to what it means in your world and what it means to you. And if it does have negative connotations for you.

There's a little boy dressed in a large red suit following you Legolas. Well, suit wouldn't be entirely appropriate; with the horns and the tail it wouldn't be hard to see him as impish in appearance. It would help perhaps if the boy smiled, but it doesn't appear as if smiling is something the boy does very much of.

"That's quite a grand costume they've given you."

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Impish indeed! Legolas had never seen anything like that costume, though he was quickly discovering new things about other worlds with this ridiculous game of the administrators. He wouldn't allow himself to be amused at the sight though, especially with the lack of smiling from the child.

Instead his gives a bow of his head and smiles.

"Indeed they have though I cannot fathom as to why. Your own costume is quite interesting as well."

[firstofthefallen]

He doesn't snort at the thought that his costume is "interesting". Lucifer would like to think he's too refined for that. But he does brush somewhat angrily, and unamused, at one of the horns on top of his head.

"I suppose they must have at least found it amusing to settle me with it. It's unfortunate but I can't wait until this holiday is over. A pity. It's one of the few I like."

[the_white_rider]

At first, this armored man was surprised and thought he caught a glimpse of the Elvenking in the tower... However, he would not approach the Elf to verify that it was really him, all things considered this could only be a disguise. And he didn't want for anyone to see him like that. However, Legolas could probably have no difficulty seeing the armored man..

And lo, it is in a hallway leading to the cafeteria that the Prince would meet... The Dark Lord of Middle-Earth, Sauron? The costume was perfectly identical to the real one, even a copy of the accursed one ring was on the man's finger. Little could he know it was actually Gandalf under that costume.

And the truth? Gandalf didn't want anyone to see him in that costume.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

At the sight of the armored figure, for it was true that he'd see him with how keen elvish eyes were, Legolas froze in his steps. There were some pieces of art, however inaccurate they may or may not be, that depicted Sauron. There were also stories told by his father of the Dark Lord. It was easy to recognize who it was, or was supposed to be.

He was glad for the blades her had thought to take with him, unwilling to travel the tower unarmed. And if the administrators had truly had a lack of common sense and brought Sauron of all people, he'd not die without a fight.

[marchwarden]

Just when that armored figure stalked nearer, a stray arrow almost struck its helmet. "Legolas!" Out of nowhere, the crimson-clad march warden appeared further down the hall with his bow and arrow drawn. "You must flee! Leave now!" Haldir yelled before racing up the hallway. Not about to allow the Evil Lord of Mordor to claim King Thranduil's sole heir, Haldir put some much needed distance between Legolas and the wicked king.

The march warden always figured he would perish in the defense of Lothlórien; not while defending the Elvenking's son. However, Haldir would rather die for Legolas' sake than allow the younger Elf to suffer at Sauron's hands. This is why the march warden now stands before the Dark Lord with such venomous hate within his blue gaze.

"Away with you, foul specter, or taste the bite of my arrows." Rather brave words for someone who's somewhat trembling with fright. Haldir knows this is a fight he cannot win, but be damned if he won't fight.

[heavenspear]

Ken had, apparently, awoken at the tower just as everyone else was starting up a costume party. Or so he kept telling himself as he sidestepped werewolves in the halls. And clowns that made the hair on the back of his neck bristle in a way that no ordinary costumer ever had before. These were just costumes... right?

He'd picked up a few candies, too, mostly because he'd seen everyone else doing it, but now he stared up at Legolas and his circlet and swords and tried to figure out whether the ears were glued on or not. Then he realized he was staring. "Uh... hello. Are you from around here?"

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

It was a good thing that Legolas was fond of children and well used to being stared at in this tower due to others never having elves in their world. So he'd hold nothing against Ken for doing so, especially once he learned that he'd just arrived.

"Hail, young one. From the tower, I'm pleased to say that I am not. I hail from a world called Arda."

[heavenspear]

"Oh." This was getting weirder by the minute. "So you were kidnapped, too? ...Sir?"

He really wasn't sure how to address Legolas, because he generally did not converse with dudes wearing crowns. For some reason, he also couldn't even really tell how old Legolas was. Twenties, maybe? College-age? Sure didn't seem like a college student, though.

Maybe he came from a really rich family, like Mitsuru had. "...I'm from Earth," he said, feeling a little lame and also maybe like he was on an especially surreal made-for-TV movie. WE COME IN PEACE. "My name is Ken."