Lamenting for the Lost

[marchwarden]

Characters: Haldir & Whomever else joins.
Setting: Third Floor, Dormitories
Format: Prose
Summary: Haldir's worries get the better of him while searching for a lost friend.
Warnings: None.


There was no sign of Legolas anywhere in the tower.

Even with the emergence of the new floors, Haldir hasn't a clue as of where the prince has gone. Of course certain realms within Animus couldn't be successfully explored without a suitable party. Haldir doubted that Legolas would be foolhardy enough to venture into the desert upon the Sixty-Fourth floor. That would be sheer madness on his part if he did so. Haldir knows that Legolas couldn't possibly be that reckless as to wander within there. Therefore, he figured that the Tower itself had something to do with the elf's sudden disappearance.

Should he seek consul from the White Wizard? No. That probably wouldn't be a wise choice for now. Raising such alarm over their missing companion would do nothing other than worry them all. Haldir wasn't certain if Legolas was in danger or not. Perhaps he merely went missing due to the strange fluctuation of newcomers here. That's certainly a logical possibility, but even that thought alone gave Haldir great unease.

What if Legolas vanished? Then what?

After pacing about through the winding hallways, the march warden came to a slow stop once he reached the dormitory. What should he do? Should he venture there again and check to see if Legolas finally returned? Or should be wisely speak with Gandalf regarding his disappearance? Considering that two other members of their dwindling fellowship has also vanished as of late, Haldir wasn't very hopeful that anything could be done about it. Only death awaits for any of those who are returned to their world, that's been established long ago. Middle-Earth and all of its' marvelous splendor was long gone by now.

The world was destroyed, wasn't it? This was what "they" claimed.

Comments

[chevalier_mal_fet]

No longer in his armor (yet invisibly armed), and having found his Master, Lancelot is exploring the Tower at his ease. He has slain a Monster here and there along the way, but in the main his purpose is to better know his environment-- and of course, his fellow captives as well.

This one, for instance, has a decidedly Fae look about him. Which is familiar in a pleasant way, though the man himself seems distraught. Surely, Lancelot knows a wandering searcher when he sees one.

"Your pardon-- but what is it you seek? Or are you yourself lost?

I am Lancelot."

[marchwarden]

On any other day, Haldir would've noticed the swordsman approach by just the sound of his footsteps. Elves are known for their keen sense of hearing along with their infinite wisdom. Yet, despite it all he hadn't noticed the human's approach until now. He gave the swordsman a wary glance while more or less accessing whether he was friend or foe. The elf doesn't particularly have many foes, but he doesn't have many friends either. Unlike Legolas who seemed to be his opposite, Haldir was more than content to keep himself distant from others.

"Even when lost, I would easily find my way." He replied honestly with no hint of humor in his tone. It's rather peculiar for this fellow to offer his aid to a mere stranger. Was he also one of Legolas's companions? It wouldn't shock Haldir if so. "Chivalry is quite uncommon here, but I welcome it. Yet, it is unwise to give it so freely." The elf warned with much sincerity in his tone.

"I am Haldir of Lothlórien, and I'm search of a dear friend."

[chevalier_mal_fet]

"Yes, your step is light and sure indeed, Haldir of Lothlórien, even when wandering. I think you would not easily be lost."

Lancelot bows his head in courtesy and greeting. The man's manner truly does put him in mind of folk in his Queen's court, under the ever-changing sky of the Lake.

"I have lately arrived here, and have met only a few that seem known to me. A dear friend would be of great worth in this place. If I may aid you, I will do so-- my chivalry is my own to give. I have no claims upon my time at present, and I must learn this Tower as well as I may.

He himself, of course, has no friends-- though he did, once. His Master, difficult though he may be, is his most constant companion. Fate deals strangely with even Spirits, it seems.

[marchwarden]

Haldir remained silent as he regarded the swordsman.

Just who was this man? Why would he so eagerly assist anyone here? It would be far better if this fellow looked after himself while lingering here. Disaster only await those who easily offer their aid for the sake of the common good. Haldir could literally count all the times that he nearly met his end here due to a good deed gone wrong. Yet, he knew better than to turn Lancelot away. The elf needs all the help he could get if he planned to ever find Legolas. For ill or merry, Haldir wouldn't be content until he found Legolas either alive or dead.

"Then I shan't spurn it." He quietly replied with no hint of emotion in his tone. If he allowed himself to show any emotions now, Haldir feared he would drown in his sorrow. It's better for him to keep this frigid mask up for as long as he could. "Then I will accept your aid with much gratitude, Lancelot."

Without another word, Haldir turned to lead Lancelot towards the halls ahead. While he doubted he would find Legolas somewhere here within the dormitory; at least Haldir could now venture to the floors above with someone by his side. The next few floors would lead to into the "wilds" where fiends and beasts alike lurk. He certainly hopes that Lancelot's talk to chivalry won't fail him as they scale the tower.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

"I thank you. I have need to explore these mysteries. It is as well if there is a good cause in it."

Content to follow for the moment, Lancelot adjusts his place to Haldir's. Though his physical form is more solid in this place than it has been since he was living, his own step is nearly as light as that of the man before him. Though obviously he is no man, being decidedly fae in appearance, temperament, and movement. When he speaks again, it is quietly.

"In life, I was a Knight, and served a King. Now I serve a Master, and fight on his behalf. I have already encountered all manner of fell things in this place, and slain them. I must find what other monsters and secrets it holds if I am to defend my Master and see us returned to the War in which we fight."

"Tell me, if you will-- what of you and your friend, do you come to this place from the same world?"