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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"Perhaps so." Legolas was old enough to know that nearly everything had a solution that was within mortal power. Luckily, Legolas was immortal and called Gandalf friend who was far older than any elf the prince had ever known. Although, he found that perhaps there were one or two things here that lacked solutions.

"That seems to be all be can do here."

Maybe that was all well and good for immortals, but Kankuro was a ninja, with the short life expectancy that came with it. Although from what he was gathering, this place really was like the Facility, where death just meant coming back even more pissed off.

Or rather, being reborn. He was still turning over the revelations from his brother.

"You do what you can," he said aloud. "And who knows? Maybe the opportunity will present itself."

Legolas was glad not to be familiar with the Facility, though he'd heard mention of it over the tower network once or twice. It hadn't sounded pleasant at all, but he had no way of knowing whether it was better or worse than the tower.

"That is the hope that many of us share."