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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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[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Haldir had an advantage that Legolas lacked, he'd refused to speak to any administrator that spoke up on the networks though perhaps he should have not been so stubborn. Even now, if he knew Haldir's thoughts of keeping Legolas alive, he'd curse them as he had Ruana.

"We have and we'll learn nothing of this if we stand by idly." Thinking of all the floors in the tower that he was most familiar with, where the likeliest of places candy would be hidden for them to collect.

"Have you any place you were intending to search?"

[marchwarden]

At the question, the march warden smirked somewhat. "I had intended to wander towards the cafeteria, that is until a thought passed through my mind." Now aimlessly walking down the hall, Haldir gestures for the prince to follow. "Many others are in search of candy as well, correct?" He remembered hearing much about that once this strange contest began. "This is not a contest of the fittest, but rather a contest of wit instead. Every fool a mile around would instantly assume at the cafeteria's pantries are filled with treats. Thus many would flock there in droves."

Suddenly coming to a halt once they've reached the library's doors, Haldir's smug smirk vanished. "Legolas, I'm proposing we check here. If the cafeteria still possessed any treats, then surely they would be all gone by now." He stated in a low whisper. "If we wish to stay alive, then I advise we look where others normally wouldn't."

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

The prince, of course, followed Haldir down the halls, listening quietly and nodding several times. What he said made perfect sense, many would have gone to the most obvious of places (himself included), and others would be headed there now. He was very glad to have run into Haldir before heading that way.

"An excellent point. I'd have not thought of that myself and I am glad to have you here with me."