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towerofanimus2013-04-28 12:46 pm
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Characters: Legolas (
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Setting: Forest floor, slightly backdated to after the droning plot
Format: prose to start, will match you
Summary: Legolas is pissed and lacking confidence in himself now.
Warnings: Nothing but I'll update if anything comes up.
The elf drew back an arrow, pulling the string taut and releasing in quick succession. Each arrow struck the farthest tree from him with inhuman accuracy, each one close enough to another that it was hard to differentiate them from the distance. And he didn't stop, not until his quiver was empty. And then he dropped his bow where he stood and when to recover the arrows, returned and did the same all over again.
If anyone didn't know better, it would seem almost like he was in a trance. He didn't make a single sound as he worked. He didn't need the practice with his bow but he didn't want to not practice. And each arrow he shot, he was visualizing the various administrators. He'd never killed a sentient being before and never considered it but now he was completely without remorse for his own thoughts. Orcs he didn't consider sentient because they lived solely to obey Sauron or Morgoth, they were stupid and confused without them.
He was not their toy. He would not let them make him feel so weak or worthless again. He was the prince of the Woodland Realm, friend to Gimli, one of the Nine Walkers who had chosen to free the world of Sauron.Just thinking of having been Jason's plaything, of being subservient to any of them, a pang of white hot rage flowed through him and he grabbed three arrows, drawing them back together and firing. Watching as they struck the tree together, each one above the other.
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Setting: Forest floor, slightly backdated to after the droning plot
Format: prose to start, will match you
Summary: Legolas is pissed and lacking confidence in himself now.
Warnings: Nothing but I'll update if anything comes up.
The elf drew back an arrow, pulling the string taut and releasing in quick succession. Each arrow struck the farthest tree from him with inhuman accuracy, each one close enough to another that it was hard to differentiate them from the distance. And he didn't stop, not until his quiver was empty. And then he dropped his bow where he stood and when to recover the arrows, returned and did the same all over again.
If anyone didn't know better, it would seem almost like he was in a trance. He didn't make a single sound as he worked. He didn't need the practice with his bow but he didn't want to not practice. And each arrow he shot, he was visualizing the various administrators. He'd never killed a sentient being before and never considered it but now he was completely without remorse for his own thoughts. Orcs he didn't consider sentient because they lived solely to obey Sauron or Morgoth, they were stupid and confused without them.
He was not their toy. He would not let them make him feel so weak or worthless again. He was the prince of the Woodland Realm, friend to Gimli, one of the Nine Walkers who had chosen to free the world of Sauron.Just thinking of having been Jason's plaything, of being subservient to any of them, a pang of white hot rage flowed through him and he grabbed three arrows, drawing them back together and firing. Watching as they struck the tree together, each one above the other.
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"It is good to see that you are back to normal."
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"Normal isn't quite the word that I would use."
Normal would be him going back to be cheerful, being carefree. That was an impossibility now. Now, he understood why his father sometimes acted the way he did. And he was learning in the last way anyone would have wanted.
"I'm glad that you've recovered."
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"..In some ways, I suppose not. Not bound to the Administrators might be a better way to put it. But..you needn't worry about me. I heal up quite quickly. It's you I am more concerned about."
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"There's no reason to be concerned for me. I'm back to as I was before Jason experimented on me." Perhaps not mentally or emotionally but he was himself again and free of the administrators most recent manipulations.
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"Physically, you are. That I am not debating or worried about. It is your mental state that I am concerned with."
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Until now.
"I'm in a much darker place than I once was. But it's nothing you need to be concerned about."
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"I probably do not have to be concerned..but I am. I would like to help you, if I can."
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He was very calm as he made this statement. The idea of it didn't bother him, Legolas had never been a healer like Galadriel or other elves. He'd always been a warrior. The possibility to of fighting the administrators was the same to him as marching on the Black Gate.
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"..That shall be quite awhile, you know. If you ever feel like you cannot make it to your ship, talk to me. However..I am sure that Jason, at the very least, knows how much the people here suffer."
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"..Depending upon the length of time and how much you push yourself, it might. However, it is good to hear that you are confident."
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"It would hardly matter, I cannot truly fade here."
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"Perhaps not physically. Emotionally..almost everyone can do that."
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He's been fighting for his life and the lives of his kin since he'd been old enough to leave the Halls of Thranduil with a hunting party. He'd suffered plenty of injuries and been bedridden enough times that he hadn't despaired. This? This only helped him to understand those that had gone to fight in the Last Alliance.
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Spider hunting, defending an entire realm, going on a quest that would determine the fate of his entire world, helping to rebuild after Sauron's final death and then livnig here for a year.
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After all, chaos had been through his share of struggles and hardships..and the loss of his other half.