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Characters: Legolas (

bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPEN
Setting: Room 3-06 then Floor 48
Format: Prose but will switch
Summary: Finding his “costume” of his father and then exploring the new floors, only to find the graves of his friends.
Warnings: DENIAL and trying to dig up a grave or two because of said denial

Room 3-06

Legolas did not technically sleep, it was an elvish thing but he had been unaware for most of the night, resting. When he climbed out of bed in the morning though, he was surprised to find the costume he had worn sitting at the edge of the bed. Including the crown of Thranduil. He said nothing and gave no outward reaction but he carefully and fondly folded the costume and placed it inside his trunk, the crown being set on top of with even more care. As though it were made from the most valuable of materials.

And under his breath, soft enough that few outside of elves themselves would hear him, he uttered a small prayer to Iluvatar.

Floor 48

He‘d seen enough since he came to this tower. Seen enough to last him an entire life and that was saying something, considering elves were immortal. Finding the cemetery floor was just one of those toppings on a cake, or whatever it was that humans said. He tried to ignore the sight of the headstones until a name caught his eye. Aragorn. And then Boromir. And Faramir.

He could feel his chest tighten at the sight of his friends names. Two members of the Fellowship right there. Seemingly right below his feet. He took a step back, eyes blinking in denial, holding back tears he knew might fall.

They couldn‘t be dead.

And the another name caught his eyes.

Gimli.

Dropping to his knees, the prince just stared for the longest time.

For Haldir - Floor 48

He’ll find Legolas on his knees, digging at Gimli‘s grave with his bare hands. He simply can‘t believe that the dwarf is dead. He‘d been taking him to the Undying Lands with him. Gimli simply couldn‘t have died! His hands and clothes are dirty but he has his face set in determination.

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"You're welcome." Tohko hated it when people saw her cry, but..for this one time, she would make an exception. This guy was hurting, and while she wasn't sure if him calming her down would help him in turn, she hoped that it would help. So she let him wipe away a few of her tears.

"I..imagine that losing Boromir to those monsters..is just as painful." After all, in Tohko's mind, having your friends be murdered was probably a tad more painful than having your parents die in an accident. Tohko gave a small smile at that last sentence. "I'm terrible at singing..but I'll write down a poem for your friends. We'll both mourn a little."

While Tohko's writing skills weren't that good either, she was sure that she could come up with something good. After all..this was important. She had a small urge to listen to that song..but she didn't voice it. Some people got nervous when others watched them sing, and watching a person sing a song of mourning probably wasn't going to help them..even if said song was for her parents.

"It was a sad time, when we lost Boromir. He died protecting two Hobbits. HSo I am certain that he cannot be buried here as we gave him a proper farewell in Middle Earth." Legolas wouldn't mention that times of war meant that death could very well be an inevitability.

He smiled slightly and nodded, his gratitude clear once more. "I should like that very much. And I'm sure that they would as well."

The lament for Gandalf had been sad indeed, and he'd refused to translate it for his companions due to the grief they had all suffered. Especially now as Gandalf was alive and well. He would sing for her though, if asked.

"I suppose that is of some comfort. And..if we do find his grave here, then we will know that the Administrators are lying for sure." Tohko wasn't quite sure what Hobbits or Middle Earth was..but since Middle Earth sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, she thought that maybe Hobbits were another kind of creature. She'd ask about it later. Now was not the time.

Tohko returned the light smile. "Hopefully they will. And I'm glad that it will provide you with some comfort." Tohko guessed that Gimli, Aragorn, and the rest of the names on the gravestones belonged to great warriors. She'd have to grab some inspiration from Beowulf, but she was sure that she'd be able to write down something for them.

And then something occurred to Tohko. Since she would be leaving the poem here, the guy would see it..but it wasn't like she would be able to hear the song he would sing. She wasn't sure why she didn't think of this before. It was probably the grief.

The urge grew a bit greater, and even though Tohko knew it might hurt more than help, she sighed. "I'm sorry..but..could you sing that mourning song for me now? I'm a bit curious as to how..it might sound."

"His grave it here near his brother, Faramir." He knew they had to be lying about Boromir at least. It would surprise him, later, to hear her ask of Middle Earth when a few here already seemed to know of him. And had revealed his heritage to Zelda.

Great warriors indeed and great friends. Brave a true through all odds that had laid against them. He'd have gladly died with them though he knew it would have served no purpose here and neither would it now, in Middle Earth. The War of the Ring was long over for him.

"The lament that was sung for Gandalf, I will not sing but I can think of another."

He paused and took a breath.

"Uich gwennen na 'wanath ah na dhín.
An uich gwennen na ringyrn ambar hen.
Boe naid bain gwannathar,
Boe cuil ban firitha.

Boe naer gwannathach."

"Ah..so it is. I guess my eyes failed me for a moment." Tohko wondered who Gandalf was..but upon hearing the name, she guessed that it was probably an old man. The name sounded like an old mans. At least, to her, anyway.

Tohko closed her eyes and listened to the small song. While she didn't understand the words, images of the past replayed in her head, and she shivered. The meals her mother wrote, the lessons her father taught, her braids, and the small games they played. She sighed, opened her eyes, and smiled.

"While I didn't understand the words..that was a good song. I'm sure..it would have made my parents smile." Tohko then thought for a moment about the poem she would write. A few lines were taking shape here and there, so it might not take that long to write it all down.

"Five hundred million stars
Twinkled as they watched
A small band come together
Vowing to protect
Country, family, home, and friends
They set out in the night
Fighting for their lives
They were wounded, they were injured
Yet they pressed on
Some died valiantly
While the others pressed on
Until, finally
They were all free
Free of evil, free of doubt
Free of sorrow and of life..
And while they lay down to rest
The five hundred million
Stars began to weep."

Of course, it was always a bit quicker to speak the lines. Tohko knew that it would need quite a bit of editing and fixing up..but she hoped that it would do this man and his friends justice.

Edited 2012-11-05 08:59 (UTC)

Gandalf was old, surprisingly so, though he'd not say anything of that to Tohko. Especially since even Legolas didn't know Gandalf's true age, only that he was far older than any elf that had walked Middle Earth.

"The song is sad but in the elvish tongue many things can be called lovely." The words, translated, would have likely saddened her again and he didn't want that. He smiled though, now, as he listened to the words she spoke.

"That was quite lovely. My friends would approve. You've quite a talent." It would do them justice, truly.

Tohko chuckled a little. "Things can be both beautiful and sad at the same time. The best of stories can make you both smile and weep in the same moment."

Tohko smiled at the compliment. "Thank you. I'm glad to hear that. I'll write down those words and put them here later." It was probably for the best that the guy didn't recognize that the five hundred million stars had been taken from The Little Prince. Tohko wasn't sure how he'd take it if he knew that's where those lines came from.

Tohko, who was starting to feel that this hug was a little-one sided, quietly and quickly put her arms around the guy and squeezed. After all, he had comforted her quite a bit. It wasn't right that she, who was trying to comfort him, seemed to be doing less. Peter would have told her that it was unfair. "Thank you for everything. And know that even if you shed tears, that even if you grief, that everything will be alright. Even if your friends are dead, which I highly doubt, you are not alone. I'm here, and I'm sure that you have tons of friends who will help you out."

[ooc:..Damnit, Legolas..;_; ]

Edited 2012-11-05 23:11 (UTC)

"That is quite true, yes." He'd definitely not be translating that into Westron for her, or it would lose all beauty and leave only heartbreak. She was much to young, in his eyes, to suffer such a thing.

"You have my deepest of gratitude for that." Until he reads the story, he'd never know. Elvish memory was something to be feared at times though, as he would remember the words and eventually find them in the book. He could still recall his first birthday, after all.

Her embrace warmed him and he closed his eyes to better savor the moment. He would grieve but he would recover.

"And thank you. It does this elf good to know that there are those around him that would help."

[ooc: He can't help iiit!]

"No problem. It's the least I could do." Tohko replied, breaking off the embrace. However, she paused at the mention of elves. Gandalf. Middle-Earth. How could she have been so forgetful?! She was the book girl, and yet, here she was, only now remembering a trilogy that she had read a lot when she was little. She wouldn't comment on it..but at least now she knew that she could look up that song and that worlds she thought were only fictional were real in other place.

"You're welcome. It's hard to remember at times that you're not alone..but know that you always have people around you, be they elves, dwarves, or humans." Tohko then gently broke out of the hug that the elf had been giving her. "Hang on here for one moment." She then rushed off.

She ran to the library, thinking all the while. Judging by the elvish song and what he had said, this particular elf had to be Legolas. Tohko still wasn't sure why she hadn't remembered until now. This was a weird day. She managed to pull out The Little Prince from it's hiding place-it was always in some small corner that was hard to see-before looking up the song in a copy of The Lord of The Rings.

She managed to find an English translation in the back and smiled. The song was a little song..but it had an air of hope to it and was more uplifting than sad. She then ran to her dorm room, wrote down the poem, and brought everything back to Legolas. She was out of breath, but happy that she had managed to get everything there quickly. "H-here you are.." She gasped, sitting next to him again and putting the things in front of him. "S-sorry about that.."

He smiled at her encouragement, glad to have such a bright young woman there to lighten his heart when so much had begun to seem so dark and hopeless. It would take time for anything to seem as it had been before but even then, nothing would be the same.

He waited there quietly, only taking the time to rise from the ground and brush what dirt and grime he could, from his clothes. How unseemly for an elf to be found in such condition. He hadn't expected her to return later with the poem written and a book. In his shock, minor though it was, he sat back down and smiled.

"There was no need for you to rush to gather these things for me but thank you. You have my deepest gratitude."

Tohko chuckled a little. "I guess not..but I sometimes get so wrapped up in a book that I forget about other things. I wanted to help while I still remembered."

Using a Tohko put the piece of paper in front of Gimli's gave and put a small stone on it so that it wouldn't blow away. She then handed the book to Legolas. "Again, don't mention it. It was the least I could do. Besides..you helped me out too." Tohko smiled.

"Hopefully that book will help. It's really cold and soothing, so it usually manages to cheer me up when I lose hope." Since Tohko had already told Legolas what the book tasted like, she wasn't going to repeat herself.

"It's good to enjoy literature so. I recall spending a great amount of time among books in my youth."

His father library had been well stocked for a realm that was rarely traversed by humans or other races. And with how dangerous Mirkwood had been back then, an elfling wouldn't be permitted to leave anywhere on his own.

"I am sure that it will."

Tohko nodded. "My parents worked with books a lot, so I think their love for literature spilled onto me."

Tohko stood up and smiled. "Hopefully it will. I'll leave you alone to read..but again, if you need to talk, just find me and let me know. I'm a simple book girl, but I may be able to help."

She then waved and, remembering the world he came from, said, "May the stars shine if we meet again.", before running walking away. She hoped she had helped..and now, since she was a little thirsty, she would get a drink. Maybe The Book of Tea would be nice..

"That is good." Legolas smiled as well, rising from where he was seated and giving a glance towards the new addition to Gimli's grave. Yes, he and the others would have liked that, he was sure.

He was a bit surprised at the phrase she used, but his smile widened.

"Elen sila lumenn omentilmo." He repeated in Sindarin, raising his hand in a wave. The gesture was a bit awkward though, unused to how this worked.

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