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orcsurfing) wrote in
eachdraidh2014-07-15 08:24 am
memory. open to both courts.
[ 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 )
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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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!! ]
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...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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[ But he sounds amused, so. ]
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[ And he doesn't sound serious at all, despite the question. ]
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Did you find it?
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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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Sometimes that's all you need. Of course, that looked like a lot of snow.
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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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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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not here.
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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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What a strange thing to find, indeed. And here I thought your kind was already so tall!
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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.
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I APOLOGISE FOR MY CRAP POETRY
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
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.
ALWAYS APOLOGISING
S T O P
MAKE ME
I WILL
FINE
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➔ action.
action 4eva
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And then there's Gandalf. He frowns now.]
May I ask... who you are traveling with?
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[ Is today the day? He isn't... so certain if he should. ]
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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.
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[ 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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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.
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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. ]
omg i just clicked on your visual aid link and i can't stop laughing THAT WAS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED
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leGOLAS nOOO
LEGOLAS YES
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Afterwards, he dictates a remark:]
How your companions must have envied your light feet.
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Sadly it is not a skill one can learn! I would have, otherwise, for a pitiful sight they made at the time.
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