memory. open to both courts.

[orcsurfing]

[ All around is white, snow whips across the picture along with long strands of pale golden hair. A pace or two away a couple figures stand huddled together, pressed against a wall of a mountain. Two tall men, four hobbits whose heads barely stand above the surface of the snow, A DWARF* that stands a little taller yet still, and a greying man dressed in greys in a pointed hat. The image, oddly enough, shows them from somehow above all. ]

If Gandalf would go before us with a bright flame, he might melt a path for you.

[ For some, perhaps a familiar voice, for others perhaps not. Light of heart and little troubled by the storm. The man in the pointed hat answers him. ]

If Elves could fly over mountains, they might fetch the Sun to save us.

[ But no matter the wizard and elf exchanging jabs at each other, there are still Men with ideas here. One speaks: ]

Well, when heads are at a loss bodies must severe, as we say in my country. The strongest of us must seek a way. See! Though all is now snow-clad, our path, as we came up, turned about that shoulder or rock down yonder. It was there that the snow first began to burden us. If we could reach that point, maybe it would prove easier beyond. It is no more than a furlong off, I guess.

[ Another - the tallest - answers him: ]

Then let us force a path thither, you and I!

[ And for a moment there it seems that would be the end of the conversation, the camera - so to speak - follows the toiling men, the way they work through the snow with great trouble yet also with some success. Yet not before long, Legolas speaks up again, his voice rising easily in the noise of the snow storm. ]

The strongest must seek a way, say you? But I say: let a ploughman plough, but choose an otter for swimming, and for running light over grass and leaf, or over snow - an Elf!

[ With that said, he springs forth nimbly. The camera briefly showing his feet on the snow, sinking but only a little, leaving little imprints in the cover of snow. And he runs light and easy. ]

Farewell! I go to find the Sun!

[ He says with a last look to Gandalf first, then to the toiling men, Aragorn and Boromir. For them, he has a wave of a hand, before he speeds off. ]

( ooc; paraphrased book excerpt, sassing off to a maia, have at! visual aid, I mean what. *blanche is a loser kill me now I FORGOT GIMLI )

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[caditquaestio]

Pay no heed to the great golden thing floating Eastward. It's of no consequence to the search.

[orcsurfing]

[ Yes, he had seen the broadcast himself and wondered how or when or why. It was a good memory now, to him, the companionship of all of the Nine Walkers. Though fate was unkind to some, it still warmed him to have known them all, each and every single one a great friend. It put him in a good mood, now, after witnessing Hermione's suffering and comforting her.

So the message on the locket is no surprise and Legolas responds in kind, by mirth filled voice: ]

The search of Her cannot be hindered by any, and an elf such mistake will not make. Though nonetheless, your warning is appreciated.

[ For why would Sun float Eastward rather than Westward!! ]

[caditquaestio]

[ Because it starts Eastwa -

...oh, hello. ]

And well past need and call. Your wisdom is as sound as the fair trill of your voice runs sweet, donna.

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[firith]

You are lucky indeed that Mithrandir did not take his staff and knock you off the mountain himself.

[ But he sounds amused, so. ]

[orcsurfing]

Do you believe he would be so cruel as to cast me to my death?

[ And he doesn't sound serious at all, despite the question. ]

[firith]

I believe a wizard would think it a kindness to all the remaining ears on the mountainside.

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[boutant]

[ Aaaand there's a giggle. ]

Did you find it?

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[orcsurfing]

[ Ah, people with a sense of humour! He certainly enjoys such. ]

I have found it, but alas! She had more important matters on her lovely head at the time, so I only brought them hope and good tidings for our predicament.

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[boutant]

[ The best kind. ]

Sometimes that's all you need. Of course, that looked like a lot of snow.

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[avisionofwar]

[ Warm, though thin with weariness. ]

Did you travel long in such strange company? A prince of the Eldar!

[ His laughter was just a soft puff of sound. ]

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[orcsurfing]

[ Ah, ah. His thoughts were still a mess since the last time they spoken, the threads of them still tangled up with each other, but his nerves are soothed by the fondness of the memory he has been made to relieve. The Company that has grown to be his closest and dearest friends (though grief for Boromir and his life cut so short so suddenly once more burns within his breast.) The warmth too in the voice that addresses him. ]

For a time. An odd company it might have been, yet it meant to represent all the people of Middle Earth for our quest has been of grave importance.

[ Maglor has pulled the words and the story out of him already, perhaps sooner or later Celegorm himself will learn of it as well. ]

And by the end they have all been great friends to me, though all mortal but for Mithrandir.

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[inafadingcrown]

There are some who might think it unwise to provoke a wizard. [Not including her, apparently, judging from the smile playing about her lips.]

[orcsurfing]

[ A grumpy wizard was quite the witty wizard, Legolas has found! ]

So few could ever dream to match Mithrandir in a battle of wit! 'twas too great a temptation not to test myself against him.

[ Surely you understand, Galadriel. ]

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[digophelia]

[ Who is actually smiling? This girl. ]

What a strange thing to find, indeed. And here I thought your kind was already so tall!

[orcsurfing]

[ He is glad to see a smile for certain, that something he did not mean to happen at all could earn such. Further glad too that the memory something, or someone, thought to pluck from all that he had lived through was such and no other. For plenty there were now that he would not wish any to see. ]

It would be for sure! If finding it made it possible to bring it too. Yet Sun is Her own master, and She does as She is wont to. [ He cocks his head, smiling. ] There is blood of the Eldar in Aragorn, if him is who you speak of! Tall and great were the Númenóreans among all the Men, even in such far descendants as my great friend.

I APOLOGISE FOR MY CRAP POETRY

[bythewaves]

[ a long thoughtful pause, then ]

In snow and ice, the singing dies
The winter cold and long
But merry and bright, is warmth and light
of good friends brave and strong
And better than ploughs or shovels great
Are the swift feet of the elves
To fetch the sun, though she tarry long
Beneath the clouds of grey

NEVER APOLOGISE

[orcsurfing]

[ Can he just keep you forever, Maglor?! Legolas's eyes light up when the first notes of a clear singing voice reach his ears, the meanings of the words quickly following and he listens with rapt attention until the moment Maglor is done. Only then does he speak up, his grin sharp and colouring his voice with great joy and amusement. ]

I shall learn the notes and the words and from this morn on, this is how this story shall be told. [ He bows his head, honoured, yet still mirthful. ] Thank you.

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[somethingprecious]

[He's squinting at those tiny Hobbit figures in the snow.

And then there's Gandalf. He frowns now.]

May I ask... who you are traveling with?

[orcsurfing]

There will be a day when you will know them, and a day when you will hear this story in full.

[ Is today the day? He isn't... so certain if he should. ]

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[goldsickness]

[ Of all the memories broadcast, Legolas's certainly was not amongst the ones he had any particular interest in. Not at first, at least, but then the conversations they had had left Thorin with a certain amount of curiosity - or suspicion, when it comes to Thorin they are practically the same thing - and he must wonder if perhaps this memory would satisfy some of it for him.

And it does indeed. Though he makes no mention of Gimli just yet, or all the other companions. In fact he only answers so that he may say the one thing. ]

Gandalf ought to have flung you at the Sun so that you might have fetched it, rather than just speak the words.

[orcsurfing]

Cruel fate you wish upon me, Thorin Oakenshield, though I do not believe even a wizard as great as Gandalf could achieve such a feat.

[ And yet Legolas doesn't sound bothered at all, his voice light and playful as it is with just about everyone who has witnessed this little memory of his. He doesn't mind that they had, though it confuses him as to how it was plucked off of his mind. ]

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[kilimanjaro]

[Look who's gawking]

Gimli! That's him, little cousin Gimli!

[Kili touches his own chin, looking a bit unnerved.] Why does he have a greater beard than I? That is terribly unfair.

[orcsurfing]

[ A chuckle to start off. ]

That would be him, indeed! Fiery red hair much like his temper, and a great beard! [ And then gentle laughter following! ] Does it not take time to grow one out? I would not know, in truth, but it may still be before you. The fate of sporting the greatest beard among all the dwarves!

[ He's not mocking, simply teasing a lot. Beards are funny to him. ]

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[walkingarsenal]

[Those poor hobbits. Still, despite the recent few worried, exhausting days, this scene brings a faint smile to Fíli's lips by the end of it, though he isn't sure what exactly the locket is even doing, let alone how or why. Lifting it closer to his face to peer at that dwarf in particular, he watches with interest.

Afterwards, he dictates a remark:]

How your companions must have envied your light feet.

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[orcsurfing]

[ Curious! That Fili would contain himself to text and no more than this, but Legolas won't insist. There must be a reason for it and perhaps it is not for him to know. He responds in kind, of course, dictating text for the locket to send over. ]

Sadly it is not a skill one can learn! I would have, otherwise, for a pitiful sight they made at the time.