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eachdraidh2014-07-15 08:24 am
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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[ Figure it out, if she had to, but she'd rather not have to. ]
I put it with the others, when I was asked. I thought- well, I thought if it were me, I might want to be with others I knew.
[ She bites her lower lip, just once. ]
I hope it was the right choice for that star.
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[ 3elves, though, only ever having kids in times of long, long peace. ]
We have no certainty. I have none either, but it shines today despite all, beautiful and resting peacefully. So I too have hope, and nothing else, that I made the right choice. Perhaps we will know one day.
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[ But she's laughing as she says it. ]
When it wakes, send it my best wishes?
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And what intense turbulence they do bring! 'tis always both inevitable and undeniable!
[ Yes, he still perfectly remembers how he was as an elfling and the frustration he caused his father. ]
I will pass them on, when it does.
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[ Ariadne was the kid who colored on the walls. All of them. ]
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[ While Legolas climbed everything and especially all that he really shouldn't. ]
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