towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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Ken nodded. "Yes, I am. And that's what my letter said, too." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Is what was written there true? That the world was destroyed?"

Ken wasn't as easily frightened as he might have been by his surroundings, but nor was he wholly immune to them, which showed in the wariness in which he carried himself. It was the manner of someone who was used to having to be alert, even if he wasn't quite sure what he was being alert for at the moment.

"I cannot say for certain. I've a friend from my own world who believe it to be true, claims to have walked the remains of our world but I've another who told me to keep confident that everyone and everything is safe. I am choosing to believe we are being lied to."

Legolas couldn't honestly see any good reason to believe them. If they gave up hoping to see home again, then there would be no reason to resist what was done to them here. No reason to play along with the games.

Ken frowned a little. "Well, my world really was ending, but not yet. Even if I'm gone, though, there are still people there who can stop it." Or so he hoped.

"Although," he continued, a little glumly, "I guess even if everyone was wiped out, things would start back up again eventually. Just without us. Sort of like the way cockroaches would survive even if a bunch of bombs went off."

"Believe in that, believe with all your heart. And do not let these people take that from you. If they can create stars in a building, they can create false images that seem like a ruined home." He placed his hand lightly against Ken's shoulder and kneeled to his height while he said this. For all the months Legolas had been here, he's still determined to believe that.

"I know not what bombs are but life cannot be completely extinguished, no matter how many there may be out there who would wish to try."

Ken blinked, a little taken aback by the extent of Legolas's sincerity. No one he knew was ever this hardcore serious. "Stars in a building? Uh... are you talking about holograms? But I guess they do have the resources to kidnap all these people."

"If the point is to not give up, I think I can manage that." At least here it seemed like most people knew that they were in danger. He hoped that this meant it would be easier to find a way out of this mess. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but how long have you been here?"

"Holograms? I suppose that may be the word for that but I cannot know. There was never anything of the like in Middle Earth. And I never made it to Valinor to see what might be there."

Perhaps Valinor had such advancement as this or perhaps not. Legolas had doubts of that, not wanting to be somewhere that might be nearly as uncomfortable as this place is.

"I do not mind. It has been several months since my arrival." A pause and he closed his eyes to think back. "It has been little more than six months since I awoke here."

"Valinor?" And what the heck was Middle-Earth? Maybe it was best to take this thing slow.

"I don't suppose there are plans for everyone to go back to their own worlds in... oh, about a month or so?" Yeah, probably not. But Ken had come all this way -- he definitely didn't want to be MIA when SEES finally faced their last, greatest enemy.

"It is the land of the Valar, we also call it the Undying Lands. Only the souls of the immortal are permitted to reside there, with only few exceptions."

Those exceptions being a pair of Hobbits, possibly one more to follow eventually, and a dwarf.

"I fear nothing has come to light about being able to leave anytime soon."

Well, that had brought up more questions than answers. Ken sighed, slumping his narrow shoulders a little. "Well, I guess that was too much to hope for. So you've been here for six months, huh? Um... do you know everything about the tower? Like what's at the top? I've explored a couple of the lower floors."

He hated to disappoint the boy, truly he did, but it was better to speak honestly than to spare any feelings right now. The better prepared one is, the better chance of survival here.

"Just a bit over, yes, almost seven. Know everything of it though? No, I daresay that I don't. Many mysteries are still exactly that to me. I can try to answer what questions you may have though. The very top of the tower contains the dormitories though floors have appeared between the topmost dormitory and the bottom floor recently. Just after much of the tower was destroyed."