There's no place like home

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Characters: Legolas (bow_of_the_galadhrim) and OPEN
Setting: Floor 100
Format: Prose to start, will switch
Summary: Legolas explores some new floors and chills on the 100th
Warnings: Nothing but sads

Legolas spent the day exploring as much of the new floors as he could, taking note of places to avoid, places that might be useful and so on. His hair was loose, not even the small and thin braids that usually wrapped around his head, he wore a neat blue tunic with his breeches and the same thin leather boots he always wore. On his back was his quiver, arrows and bow and he had his swords as well. If the prince was anything, it was careful. Especially with unexplored floors at hand.

Eventually, he found himself on the one-hundredth floor. And in a recreation of Mirkwood. And not just the forest, he’s in Thranduil’s Halls. A smile crossed his lips at the sight. He could never forget the look of his home, a place that he’d explored for a great many years, never allowed to leave without an escort until he was old enough to defend himself. With a smile, he passed by where his fathers throne sat, the armory, passed the rarely used prison cells, his room. Just walking around and looking. Only once did he try to touch something, a painting of his father and himself, and discovered it only an illusion.

With a sigh, he remained there for a bit longer. Even if it was fake, it was a reminder of home.

Comments

[maidenidrial]

If only both of them could have their wish. Like everything else in this Tower though she has a feeling that the images would not last. Their keepers must have some reason behind putting this floor here but she cannot think of what that reason might be. Maybe they are trying to lull the residents into a false sense of security but only time would tell.

She shakes her head at his words, smiling a little at her friends concern, “You have no need to be sorry, my friend. You were not to know.” She frowns a little as he continues, thinking over his words. So it is possible to die here more than once. She would rather not have a repeat of her experience though for it was not a pleasant one. Not that she can imagine that any death would be pleasant.

“I cannot imagine myself ever forgetting mine. You have died here more than once? And it has had no effect on you? Well, apart from the memories of the event itself, of course.”

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

Perhaps or they could be doing this to remind them that nothing is truly lost. Their motivations were a mystery to Legolas, and everyone else in the tower, but he wanted to believe that not everything was done out of cruelty. That perhaps their captors did have some form of compassion for the people they had supposedly rescued. Maybe it was naive of him to think such but after everything that had happened, he couldn't let himself despair.

"Twice, thus far. The only effect I felt after was a longer paralysis than when I first woke up here. Haldir, thankfully, prevented me from suffering a third. For all the time that I've been here, I'm truly surprised that I've evaded death since I was returned from the pods."

The monster that had emerged after the whale had exploded had been very close to killing him. He had been lucky to escape with only a broken leg.