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towerofanimus2013-08-07 08:08 pm
bow_of_the_galadhrim) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-07 08:08 pm
Entry tags:
(no subject)
Characters: Legolas (bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPEN
Setting: All over the place, check the prompts.
Format: Starting with prose but will match, as always.
Summary: Various things and some closed moping.
Warnings: Nothing but will update if anything happens.
Floor 48 - Cemetery - Closed
Another grave joining those already there. Not just one but there was only one that mattered. Hardly noticeable to most. Most people overlooked such things unless they were of interest to them. But there was one plain grave marked with a new name: Haldir. His march warden. The prince stood quietly, staring at the grave. His silk cloak hung over his shoulders, hair still short but for the last time.
"You promised me." His voice was soft but there was an underlying edge to it. There was pain to it. He knew that it was a promise easily made and even more easily broken, with how the administrators worked but... He had hoped.
"Gûr nîn níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenithanc." With those words, he slipped his cloak from his shoulder and draped it over the marker.
Floor 14 - Media Floor
For more than a year in the tower, he had rarely given any much attention to this floor but now it was a curious thing. If they all had but a year left to live, he figured that he might as well learn what he can and make it worth it, in case they couldn't save the worlds.
The elf might well be watching someone playing a video game and trying to learn just how it works.
Floor 7 - Pool
Swimsuits were strange but with such a variety of people in the tower, Legolas had learned not to leave anything to chance. So with a fine pair of green swim trunks, the elf dove into the water and went as deep as her could with how long he could hold his breath. For awhile he just kept diving and floating in the water and then he started to swim laps, untiring. The burn of his muscles felt good, the resistance of the water. It was refreshing but didn't quench the longing he usually felt around the water and ever away from it.
Floor 4
Sitting quietly, Legolas had a book in hand and read. A peaceful and relaxing past time that he hadn't quite indulged in for some time. This particular book had been a gift from Tohko more than six months before, a Christmas gift, and he was finally reading it through. Nothing quite like the stories and books he'd have read in Middle Earth but enough to hold his attention.
And it was quiet on this floor today. He liked that. Legolas wanted things to be quiet for once. It was worse than hearing the joy of others but far better than the screams of those suffering as was common in the Tower of Animus. And it gave him the silence to think in peace, nobody to disturb him. There was a lot to consider each month, how one will survive, what might happen, where or how one might die again. Enough to keep one of the immortal occupied each day.
bow_of_the_galadhrim), OPENSetting: All over the place, check the prompts.
Format: Starting with prose but will match, as always.
Summary: Various things and some closed moping.
Warnings: Nothing but will update if anything happens.
Floor 48 - Cemetery - Closed
Another grave joining those already there. Not just one but there was only one that mattered. Hardly noticeable to most. Most people overlooked such things unless they were of interest to them. But there was one plain grave marked with a new name: Haldir. His march warden. The prince stood quietly, staring at the grave. His silk cloak hung over his shoulders, hair still short but for the last time.
"You promised me." His voice was soft but there was an underlying edge to it. There was pain to it. He knew that it was a promise easily made and even more easily broken, with how the administrators worked but... He had hoped.
"Gûr nîn níniatha n'i lû n'i a-govenithanc." With those words, he slipped his cloak from his shoulder and draped it over the marker.
Floor 14 - Media Floor
For more than a year in the tower, he had rarely given any much attention to this floor but now it was a curious thing. If they all had but a year left to live, he figured that he might as well learn what he can and make it worth it, in case they couldn't save the worlds.
The elf might well be watching someone playing a video game and trying to learn just how it works.
Floor 7 - Pool
Swimsuits were strange but with such a variety of people in the tower, Legolas had learned not to leave anything to chance. So with a fine pair of green swim trunks, the elf dove into the water and went as deep as her could with how long he could hold his breath. For awhile he just kept diving and floating in the water and then he started to swim laps, untiring. The burn of his muscles felt good, the resistance of the water. It was refreshing but didn't quench the longing he usually felt around the water and ever away from it.
Floor 4
Sitting quietly, Legolas had a book in hand and read. A peaceful and relaxing past time that he hadn't quite indulged in for some time. This particular book had been a gift from Tohko more than six months before, a Christmas gift, and he was finally reading it through. Nothing quite like the stories and books he'd have read in Middle Earth but enough to hold his attention.
And it was quiet on this floor today. He liked that. Legolas wanted things to be quiet for once. It was worse than hearing the joy of others but far better than the screams of those suffering as was common in the Tower of Animus. And it gave him the silence to think in peace, nobody to disturb him. There was a lot to consider each month, how one will survive, what might happen, where or how one might die again. Enough to keep one of the immortal occupied each day.
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Legolas said this easily, as though it were normal. Fear, he still felt it but he'd detached himself enough that he could ignore his feelings. And he'd grown up in a place known as the 'Forest of Great Fear.' Plenty of experiences to prepare an elf for danger and plenty more here to cement that. Loss helped too.
"There are also some foes here that cannot be defeated. Some that you absolutely must run from if you have any hope of living."