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towerofanimus2013-02-01 11:08 pm
bow_of_the_galadhrim) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-01 11:08 pm
Entry tags:
There's no place like home
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.
bow_of_the_galadhrim) and OPENSetting: 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.
Wow, I lost this notif so I'm sorry for the late
"If there's one administrator I would choose to trust, it is Dax. The others are too unpredictable, too cruel." He'd have had to have seen Infighting to understand how Legolas felt about it but that was something he'd have not wished on anyone. Bad enough that there had been children involved.
"You'll find that the memory of an elf is better than any race you'll encounter. She is certain to remember you and I will be sure to pass that along. Although, she might like it best if it came from you, personally."
No worries! You're just fine. :-)
Diarmuid nods as Legolas speaks of the administrators, but adds nothing more. As much as he wants to believe everyone who has put their faith in Dax, that doubt inside of him still fights against it, and it will probably take him a long time to finally come to a decision on whether or not to trust him.
"I am glad to hear that. Both of you strike me as kind and intelligent individuals. I would very much like to speak with you more. And while I am unfamiliar with your people, your manner and dress remind me of the gods and goddess of my world. My foster father was one such individual and something tells me he would have loved the chance to speak with either of you. He loved to hear and tell stories, and I suspect you know a great many."
He suddenly pauses, paling slightly, "Though he would be horrified at my manners. My apologizes. I have yet to introduce myself. I am Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, First Warrior of the Fianna." He bows to the elf, "It is a pleasure to meet you."
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He would trade this opportunity for the chance to go back to a full and occupied world, free of the terror Sauron imposed upon it, free to sail to Valinor with his closest friend and to see all the people that had already departed.
"You flatter me and my kin. There are certainly more intelligent elves than myself, Idrial and Haldir being two who happen to be here." There's a soft but short laugh from Legolas. "We are most certainly not gods or goddesses but we are called the Children of Iluvatar, the Firstborn. He is the one who created our world."
Legolas inclined his head, smiling. He understood completely how he and his father would feel.
"I am Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of the Woodland Realm. We are well met."
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"I wonder if people would get along better here if they did try to look at it as a learning experience instead of something completely negative. I know there are a good many negatives to this place, but it would probably greatly frustrate those in charge if we refused to let everything keep us down. Indeed, even with all that has happened to me, I have been given so much I never thought I would see again here. Things from my wife, my children, and my friends of old. Time alive that I shouldn't have. Freedom that I've never had. Some of that is scary, but at the same time it gives me a great chance to grow."
Diarmuid listens as Legolas speaks of his people, "If not gods and goddess, then favored as any old and wise race should be. Haldir I have not met yet, but if he is like you and Idrial, hopefully I will have the honor of meeting him sometime soon."
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No, he was ready and more than willing to sail to Valinor. He was ready for the eternal peace that the land promised his kin. To see his friends and share that place with Haldir and ensure that Gimli could see if before he died. Those were his reasons for not Fading here, besides the obvious reasoning that he's not able to.
"I'm sure that it would frustrate them to no end. It is good to hear that you are trying to focus upon what good can be found. It can be hard at times, hard to resist despair, but there is strength to be found in overcoming it."
He has no doubt that he'll be able to meet Haldir. Really, it was hard to miss the fair haired elf and the aura he put off.
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"Even though I can see the positives in this place more clearly than some others because of my situation, it is still hard for me to stay positive, so it amazes me to find one such as yourself who is able to still so strongly hold onto that view. If it is not prying, may I ask how long you have been here?"
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To die and return for war? He'd heard tales of some who had died and returned to Middle Earth, when Mandos had either felt pity for one or the person had been needed.
"I have always been able to remain positive, even in the darkest of times. Nobody else would have if I did not, and we'd have fallen into despair." Ah, how long he had been here. A laugh escaped him, not at all humored. It was more that he couldn't believe so much time had passed.
"Ten months now. So much time would have passed quickly for me back home but here... I am acutely aware of the time that passes. Moreso than I care to know."
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He would add "and not this place" but since Legolas seems to believe they will go home someday, Diarmuid doesn't think that is the case.
"10 months...that is a such a long time. You are truly a strong individual to have survived and kept your hope for so long," his voice trails off. Once Diarmuid had been like that--hopeful, able to believe in the positive side of everything, strong--then he had been betrayed and that had changed him so drastically that he is sure he will never be able to be that way again no matter how much he wants to be.
Just look at how only one month in this place as nearly driven him to madness.
"I suppose the way time passes is just another one of their tools. One day might not be enough, but hundreds? Thousands? That is much different."
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He had gotten along very well with his kin and had spent a great deal of time with the guards and soldiers, worked with keeping the orcs, goblins and spiders away from his people. Legolas had acted more like a soldier than prince most of the time.
"I've had a great deal of experience in dealing with terrible things. And I've good friends here to support me, to keep me from allowing myself to die." Ah, the fragility of elven hearts and wills when faced with the things this tower pits them against. "Friends that I'm sure will befriend and support you if ever you need it."
Legolas would most certainly be there for him if he needed it.
"I wouldn't be surprised if it is."
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Diarmuid bows once the elf finishes speaking, "I am honored by your trust and friendship. I would offer you the same. If you are ever in need of aid, please feel free to seek me out. I will do whatever I can help you. I am still new here, but that does not mean I won't do my best. Indeed, as pleasant as this conversation has been I should leave you to your thoughts and return to my patrol. I am only one person, but I am doing my best to watch the new floors while we figure out their dangers. Hopefully, my work will help save some people from the dangers they don't know are there yet."