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towerofanimus2012-11-01 01:48 pm
bow_of_the_galadhrim) wrote in towerofanimus2012-11-01 01:48 pm
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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.
bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPENSetting: 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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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.
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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."
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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..
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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.