towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Elrond & You
Setting: Cafeteria, both libraries, floor 11, 13, 25
Format: Staring with prose, but I'll match
Summary: Exploring the tower, dealing with misgivings
Warnings: None currently.

Floor 1: Cafeteria
Elrond is seated within the cafeteria studying at the bowl currently resting on the table in front of him. According to its name, it was possibly made of oats, but he had his doubts on that if only due to its appearance and smell. A bite later only increased these doubts and thus he's currently debating on if it is really necessary to actually finish the bland meal or if he'd be better off to just leave it and depart.

Floor 3: Library
Elrond had had more hope for answers when he'd first entered this library, it had at first looked more intact than the first he'd encountered. This hope faded as he wandered among the shelves taking stock of the subjects they contained. It would appear that all the subjects were for frivolous things and there was no lore to be had about this place, nor its owners.

Floor 11
The floor is strange and yet lovely in a way, and since it seems to be rather harmless in nature so long as you avoid the edges, thus Elrond decided to spend some time here in contemplation of what seems to have befallen him and the world of Arda. He has doubts on the validity of the letter he'd read upon waking, instead he more inclined to think that he's been kidnapped instead of saved.

Floor 13
He had intended on just passing through to the next floor, but the windows and the architecture gracing the room caught his attention enough for him to depart the stairway and approach the windows to study them quietly.

Floor 19
Any hopes of gaining information from this skeleton of a library was quickly dashed as he walked amid the shelves of the room. The empty shelves that still stood suggested that there had once been records held here, possibly ones which might of shed light on the situation he found himself in. If he hadn't already held doubts about the motives of those which held him here, the evidence here certainly would have given him some. Why hide such information unless you were afraid of what your 'guests' would do with it.

Floor 25
The meadow is one of the very few places he's found since he's woke that actually offers a peaceful vista that holds no unpleasant surprises within its innocence. Seating himself within the middle of the meadow, he sets his sword, Hadhafang, beside him so the weight of it doesn't intrude upon enjoying this moment of relaxation. It remains well within hands reach though, just in case.

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Another meal quietly enjoyed, the month having shown no signs of causing misery to the residents. After Jason had had his fun though, perhaps Riki was taking pity on them. It would be a pleasant change of pace for once but he held little hope of that. Peace in the tower of animus? How ridiculous! And to that point, he was heavily armed eve here in the cafeteria where things would be assumed to be safe.

Getting rid of his dirty things and brushing back his hair before leaving he paused as his eyes landed upon a familiar sight. A new arrival and a bowl of oatmeal. Except that he knew this new arrival and the sight of him made the younger elf swear in elvish.

It was the swearing which caught his attention and he turned from his silent staring match with the oatmeal to locate the source of it. Leaving the bowl behind, he stood up to close the distance between them. As he drew closer, he noted with silent concern the weariness that the younger's elf's eyes held.

"Gi suilon, Legolas."

Weariness not helped by the appearance of the elf-lord. He straightened himself, if only slightly, before giving a half bow from his waist. Respectful but still cautious. Legolas had learned not to ever let his guard down, even among friends, lest some cruel fate befall them.

"Gi suilon, Lord Elrond." And with that, he rose from his bow. With a gesture towards where Elrond had been seated, inviting him to sit once more, Legolas moved towards him.

Elrond quietly noted the caution, wondering just what could of happened to Legolas to so change him from the young elf he had known. He would have to ask him about it later and in a better place than this. During the half-bow, he noted that it wasn't just the eyes and manner that had changed.

Walking back to the table to seat himself, he gave the younger elf a look of inquiry. "You've cut your hair?"

Legolas took a seat with him, a small smile and laugh escaping him. With one hand, he reaches to touch his hair, thoughts returning to when he'd first suffered it cut and Haldir had fixed it. After convincing Legolas that he didn't look hideous for it.

"An accident but the style grew on me. And many others." Such a shame that the style hadn't come sooner, when his twin had been present but that was a story for later.

"I see, you do pull it off rather well. How long have you been here in this place?" He moved to pick up the bowl and set it aside so he could rest his arms on the table without it in his way. The single bite he had taken of the stuff had turned him off of actually finishing the rest now anyway.

"Thank you." He laughed softly, watching the lord while he counted back to his first month. While he thought though, Legolas pushed the bowl back towards Elrond as discreetly as he might. Which, knowing Elrond, wasn't nearly as discreet as it could be.

"Thirteen months now. And never has such a time felt as long as this past year."

One eyebrow rose slightly as Legolas pushed the bowl back toward them, but the question of just why the younger elf did that was for the moment derailed by the answer he was given to his earlier question.

"I have heard nothing of your absence before being brought here."

Slowly pushing his silverware towards the bowl next. You are not escaping the oatmeal, Elrond. Everyone has to stomach it, there were no exceptions before and there aren't now.

"You would not have. According to the information we've gathered over the year, none of us are from the same reality. Or from the same time."

Multiple realities and times? Excuse him for a moment while he briefly massages his forehead in the attempt to stave off the slowly growing headache. He does note the shifting of the silverware to again rest beside the bowl and gives Legolas a look of inquiry about his actions concerning the bowl and its silverware.

"Might I ask what your interest is in that bowl?"

It's okay, Elrond. You get used to it after awhile. Just pretend like they're all from the same reality and it'll work out just fine. That's what Legolas figured out.

"My interest lies in your continued health. Which is likely not to exist if you eat anything before you finish the oatmeal." He might be a tiny bit amused though.