—❧ ʟᴇɢᴏʟᴀs (
orcsurfing) wrote in
eachdraidh2014-04-07 07:12 pm
video. can never really keep the wood elf out of the forest
[ Taught by witnessing his father's trial and error with those little devices, Legolas' own attempt is a little less disjointed. It's a clear picture of him from the very beginning with a fairy accompanying him that some may already find familiar as she would return to Legolas' side time and again ever since the welcoming feast days ago. Though unlike the many times before, she does not seem as happy.
His eyebrow is cocked a notch, the corner of his lip curled subtly in an expression of bemusement that is not devoid of amusement, or simple cheerfulness. Something like this will never be a preferred method to simply speaking face to face with another, but he can see its uses and he can see how convenient it is as well: to address many all at once, without needing to gather them all in one place or hunt down each and every one personally. Exactly as his current purpose requires. ]
I am Legolas, son of Thranduil. My father's purpose with you was with regards to the fortress itself. My own is with what we may find beyond it and along the borders.
I am to set out to travel into the Great Greenwood forest to investigate our borders within a day and I am looking for volunteers to accompany me. [ Not out of necessity, for he can travel by himself just as well, if not even more efficiently being an elf, but more so out of a wish for company as well as an attempt to build trust among the many various individuals gathered, all that were to be allies. Foster a sense of cooperation, rather than alienate himself. ] Such that are capable of travelling swift and light, riding hard and handling a weapon efficiently.
It is a short notice, but preparations are all too easy thanks to our hosts.
[ He offers a smile, dark lashes lowered over bright eyes, such a contrast to the pale gold of the hair framing his face. ]
If you wish to ride with me, you may come in contact with me by the means of the lockets and I will let you know of the time and the place.
[ That is all as far as parting words go, the feed is closed with a snap of the locket. ]
His eyebrow is cocked a notch, the corner of his lip curled subtly in an expression of bemusement that is not devoid of amusement, or simple cheerfulness. Something like this will never be a preferred method to simply speaking face to face with another, but he can see its uses and he can see how convenient it is as well: to address many all at once, without needing to gather them all in one place or hunt down each and every one personally. Exactly as his current purpose requires. ]
I am Legolas, son of Thranduil. My father's purpose with you was with regards to the fortress itself. My own is with what we may find beyond it and along the borders.
I am to set out to travel into the Great Greenwood forest to investigate our borders within a day and I am looking for volunteers to accompany me. [ Not out of necessity, for he can travel by himself just as well, if not even more efficiently being an elf, but more so out of a wish for company as well as an attempt to build trust among the many various individuals gathered, all that were to be allies. Foster a sense of cooperation, rather than alienate himself. ] Such that are capable of travelling swift and light, riding hard and handling a weapon efficiently.
It is a short notice, but preparations are all too easy thanks to our hosts.
[ He offers a smile, dark lashes lowered over bright eyes, such a contrast to the pale gold of the hair framing his face. ]
If you wish to ride with me, you may come in contact with me by the means of the lockets and I will let you know of the time and the place.
[ That is all as far as parting words go, the feed is closed with a snap of the locket. ]

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well. no need to remember that right now.
as for the horse, well. he'll deal with that as it comes. he's seen 'em before, but there's been no real use for 'em in brooklyn. ] Best to expect the worst or nothin'. At least that way you won't be surprised when somethin' big happens.
[ then, he straightens slightly, nearly jamming his thumb into his chest. ]
—sorry. James Barnes. Everyone just calls me Bucky.
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[ Since everyone calls him that! Official the elves can be, but here is an oddball willing to be more familiar and direct with all. ]
Surprise is the last thing we need on what should be a reconnaissance. We will take what weapons we need and provisions for a week of travel, expecting battle and a forest barren of game and fruit. Unlikely as it may be, given how it bears the name of the Great Greenwood.
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[ anything other than bucky feels strange. since this isn't the army and this guy isn't a superior, he'd rather be on more... friendly terms. it's just easier, better.
anyway. he shrugs, moving on. legolas can call him anything he wants. ]
Reconnaissance ain't always easy, pal. Especially in a place like this with all the... [ ... ] y'know... [ he gestures as if that totally answers everything. ]