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towerofanimus2013-01-13 12:41 am
bow_of_the_galadhrim) wrote in towerofanimus2013-01-13 12:41 am
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1,000 years later...
Characters: Legolas (bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPEN
Setting: All over, any time of the week
Format: action brackets
Summary: The Tower is Forever event and Legolas thinks it’s been a thousand years
Warnings: None yet
FDorm floor
[That short pause that none truly notice went equally unnoticed by the elf, as he comes out of the showers freshly cleaned, but the change is great. The short hair he‘d been sporting for a couple weeks was gone, replaced by long hair just past his waist with braids through it. One ear, his left one, is pierced with a gold leaf shaped earring with silver veins through it and there‘s a gold band wrapped around one of his fingers. His eyes seem darker and more tired, clothes aren‘t as nice as they once were, exchanged for something comfortable but still styled after the clothes his people wear. He‘s not armed but he disappears into his room for just a moment and comes out heavily armed. The elf does not want to be unnarmed long.]
Graveyard
[For more than a thousand years, Legolas has come to this floor twice a week to pay his respects to those he knew who have disappeared. Gimli, Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and his twins graves are all kept tidy and his quietly speaks a prayer for them in elvish. He no longer sheds a tear at the sight of these markers. They serve to remind him that they are not suffering this hell with him, that they managed to escape even if Aragorn had been returned.]
Forest, evening
[Swords in hand, the elf is going through what might seem like normal training exercises. Until one of the monsters comes out and then a streak of ruthlessness, one that is definitely not normal for the elf, comes out and he attacks. He manages to avoid becoming as bloody as his foe but when he‘s done, it‘s obvious that the monster never stood a chance.
And Legolas isn‘t even out of breath. Instead, he seeks out another monster and the pattern continues as he trains.]
Library
[He‘s in a far corner, far away from anyone else, with a book in his lap and a cloak covering his face. It‘s clear that Legolas is making an effort to avoid contact with other people. A small journal is beside him with a pen. Occasionally he stops reading and makes a note before going back to the book. Everything is written in elvish and it‘s mostly just a journal of things he wants to remember. He has quite a few more stashed in his trunk, enough journals to cover his many years.]
Anywhere else
[Perhaps Legolas is passing through another flood and you‘re there too. Feel free to stop him.]
bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPENSetting: All over, any time of the week
Format: action brackets
Summary: The Tower is Forever event and Legolas thinks it’s been a thousand years
Warnings: None yet
FDorm floor
[That short pause that none truly notice went equally unnoticed by the elf, as he comes out of the showers freshly cleaned, but the change is great. The short hair he‘d been sporting for a couple weeks was gone, replaced by long hair just past his waist with braids through it. One ear, his left one, is pierced with a gold leaf shaped earring with silver veins through it and there‘s a gold band wrapped around one of his fingers. His eyes seem darker and more tired, clothes aren‘t as nice as they once were, exchanged for something comfortable but still styled after the clothes his people wear. He‘s not armed but he disappears into his room for just a moment and comes out heavily armed. The elf does not want to be unnarmed long.]
Graveyard
[For more than a thousand years, Legolas has come to this floor twice a week to pay his respects to those he knew who have disappeared. Gimli, Aragorn, Faramir, Boromir and his twins graves are all kept tidy and his quietly speaks a prayer for them in elvish. He no longer sheds a tear at the sight of these markers. They serve to remind him that they are not suffering this hell with him, that they managed to escape even if Aragorn had been returned.]
Forest, evening
[Swords in hand, the elf is going through what might seem like normal training exercises. Until one of the monsters comes out and then a streak of ruthlessness, one that is definitely not normal for the elf, comes out and he attacks. He manages to avoid becoming as bloody as his foe but when he‘s done, it‘s obvious that the monster never stood a chance.
And Legolas isn‘t even out of breath. Instead, he seeks out another monster and the pattern continues as he trains.]
Library
[He‘s in a far corner, far away from anyone else, with a book in his lap and a cloak covering his face. It‘s clear that Legolas is making an effort to avoid contact with other people. A small journal is beside him with a pen. Occasionally he stops reading and makes a note before going back to the book. Everything is written in elvish and it‘s mostly just a journal of things he wants to remember. He has quite a few more stashed in his trunk, enough journals to cover his many years.]
Anywhere else
[Perhaps Legolas is passing through another flood and you‘re there too. Feel free to stop him.]
no subject
[It's a soft admission, he almost doesn't hear himself say it. He has Haldir though, the love that he'd somehow earned from the marchwarden had given him strength to carry on when he'd have otherwise given up long ago. How did Legolas deserve him?
The kiss brings a smile to his lips and he keeps Haldir close him by the grasp he had taken on the blonde's.]
You are never allowed to leave me. [And he kissed Haldir softly for that.]
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[He mutters against Legolas' lips.]
I shan't ever leave your side.
[A promise that he truly shouldn't make, but a promise nonetheless. He cannot bear the thought of leaving Legolas on his own here, especially after everything they've accomplished together.
It would break his prince's heart.]
Guren be 'ureg.
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And my heart sings for yours.
[He pressed one more kiss upon Haldir's lips before straightening and giving him a smile. It didn't quite reach his eyes but it wasn't forced at least.]
Why don't we find something to occupy us?
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His beloved will never be the same.]
Hm? What do you purpose?
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Anything so long as you are there with me doing it.
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Dear me, it would seem you have your mind the gutter again.
[He teases.]
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I actually hadn't but now that you've said something, I wouldn't object.
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Mind yourself. [He warns.] Someone may see us.
[Well, if Legolas doesn't wish to object--]
Then I suppose we both will wallow within the nearest gutter together.
[Haldir said as he curls his fingers into Legolas' hair.]
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[Teasing some more only to stop to groan softly as Haldir's fingers curled into his hair. And then gently nuzzling his neck and wrapping his arms around his husband now.]
Lead on then, love. I think I'm at your mercy for the moment~