—❧ ʟᴇɢᴏʟᴀs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orcsurfing) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
eachdraidh2014-10-14 12:20 pm
orcsurfing) wrote in eachdraidh2014-10-14 12:20 pm
( seelie + unseelie ) video. airy fairy nonsense.
private to Thranduil;
[ To him it was the strangest thing to awaken at Caer Glaem, yet it's unlikely to be a surprise to Thranduil himself to see Legolas's own room at the stronghold behind him. He's found out how much time has passed, he knows too that Thranduil is not present at Caer Glaem at current time and the why. It was merely a little over ten days, yet so much has happened already. For what it's worth, though, he looks well. ]
You are returned to me and then it is I who is taken by darkness for so long a while. [ No blame, no bitterness, merely smiling at the irony of it all. ] Where should I ride out to meet you?
private to Celegorm;
[ With his conversation with Thranduil done, there is one more person that he absolutely needs to speak to privately. There's only the most vague trace of nervousness in his voice and face both, something akin to uncertainty how to go about this message. Yet his nature shines through all the same, a small smile rests on his features, and concern colour his voice as well. ]
Tell me, have your hunts taken you far from Greenwood the Great?
public;
[ It is the lush room appointed to a prince that's visible behind him and Legolas looks far more bright, lighter and more at ease than he had the last time he addressed his fellow shardholders. His hair is unbound and so very long now, longer than it has ever been in all his life in truth. And this is already after he had cut off a fair amount. The mass of it spills down his shoulders, smooth and akin to threads of pale gold more so than hair. It gleams in the pale autumn light that filters into the room through the window. His face too, fair as is the way of the elves, delicate almost, is alight from the small smile that has always been the most default expression to him.
Legolas looks a carbon copy of his father, indeed, but far more delicate and gentle in appearance and manner. ]
There is much that I have missed, though I have awoken to joyful news that the moon has been returned and so all is right in the world once more. The scent of autumn is so strong on the air already and a mere glance beyond the windows of my room tells me it is for a good reason. [ He glances briefly outside that window then, a sense of longing to be travelling again, to be among the trees, slipping through. ] The green is nearly all gone, replaced by garb more fitting to the season where all land readies to take its rest.
Barely have I returned to Caer Glaem and yet this sight makes me wish to set out once more... To sit in the strongholds of rock and stone, it is dull and my nature is to wander and glimpse all that the world, this or any other, has to offer.
[ And he does not feel particularly at ease here, not anymore. Yet that's something he keeps closely guarded, but from a few. ]
Yet it is not all that I wished to speak to you, fellow shardbearers. I have thought a while on this, and my forced rest has delayed me further, but I must ask! A riddle? A question? Has any the answer as to how to harness the power that simmers just beneath the surface of the shards we carry?
I thank you for your time taken to listen.
[ He bows his head slightly in a gesture of thanks, but then a realisation dawns on him, causing him to jerk his head up once more- ]
Ah, but there is one more matter I have offered to look into for a couple of dear friends of mine. The dryads of Greenwood the Great they have all but vanished... a reason for a great concern of their sisters who have chosen to travel with me.
( ooc; alternatively an open log! )
[ To him it was the strangest thing to awaken at Caer Glaem, yet it's unlikely to be a surprise to Thranduil himself to see Legolas's own room at the stronghold behind him. He's found out how much time has passed, he knows too that Thranduil is not present at Caer Glaem at current time and the why. It was merely a little over ten days, yet so much has happened already. For what it's worth, though, he looks well. ]
You are returned to me and then it is I who is taken by darkness for so long a while. [ No blame, no bitterness, merely smiling at the irony of it all. ] Where should I ride out to meet you?
private to Celegorm;
[ With his conversation with Thranduil done, there is one more person that he absolutely needs to speak to privately. There's only the most vague trace of nervousness in his voice and face both, something akin to uncertainty how to go about this message. Yet his nature shines through all the same, a small smile rests on his features, and concern colour his voice as well. ]
Tell me, have your hunts taken you far from Greenwood the Great?
public;
[ It is the lush room appointed to a prince that's visible behind him and Legolas looks far more bright, lighter and more at ease than he had the last time he addressed his fellow shardholders. His hair is unbound and so very long now, longer than it has ever been in all his life in truth. And this is already after he had cut off a fair amount. The mass of it spills down his shoulders, smooth and akin to threads of pale gold more so than hair. It gleams in the pale autumn light that filters into the room through the window. His face too, fair as is the way of the elves, delicate almost, is alight from the small smile that has always been the most default expression to him.
Legolas looks a carbon copy of his father, indeed, but far more delicate and gentle in appearance and manner. ]
There is much that I have missed, though I have awoken to joyful news that the moon has been returned and so all is right in the world once more. The scent of autumn is so strong on the air already and a mere glance beyond the windows of my room tells me it is for a good reason. [ He glances briefly outside that window then, a sense of longing to be travelling again, to be among the trees, slipping through. ] The green is nearly all gone, replaced by garb more fitting to the season where all land readies to take its rest.
Barely have I returned to Caer Glaem and yet this sight makes me wish to set out once more... To sit in the strongholds of rock and stone, it is dull and my nature is to wander and glimpse all that the world, this or any other, has to offer.
[ And he does not feel particularly at ease here, not anymore. Yet that's something he keeps closely guarded, but from a few. ]
Yet it is not all that I wished to speak to you, fellow shardbearers. I have thought a while on this, and my forced rest has delayed me further, but I must ask! A riddle? A question? Has any the answer as to how to harness the power that simmers just beneath the surface of the shards we carry?
I thank you for your time taken to listen.
[ He bows his head slightly in a gesture of thanks, but then a realisation dawns on him, causing him to jerk his head up once more- ]
Ah, but there is one more matter I have offered to look into for a couple of dear friends of mine. The dryads of Greenwood the Great they have all but vanished... a reason for a great concern of their sisters who have chosen to travel with me.
( ooc; alternatively an open log! )
no subject
Aye, wise that. Pour over the tomes available, speak with those well travelled already. For even reaching the safe havens may require passing dangerous lands and forests. But ah, the missing moon! I have merely heard it a success, [ for the Seelie, that is, ] but could you speak of what took place in more detail? I crave all the news of the world now!
[ Does that restlessness show yet? Does it?! He speaks swift although quiet. ]
Elves do not fall ill, not for any known illness known to the Men or Dwarves or Hobbits. There is only one that may ail us, and it is such that no elf will recover from. No, 'tis not an illness that kept me bedbound, but... an enchantment, I am made to believe. Why? It has not been revealed to me.
no subject
Well, I do have every intention of doing just that. I'll admit, the library is one of the main reasons I'm staying put for the time being... for more reason than one, admittedly.
As to the moon... well, I seem to have missed the big finish, but it really was something of an uphill battle. We were at half power and the Unseelie forces were even more powerful than usual... and I feel as though of the individuals I faced, "usual" is far above average. It didn't help that the moon began changing shape and running through the caverns as different creatures, of course. Though... the fact that we won against the odds is satisfying in its own right, I'd say.
[Well, he had presumed something other than plain ol' human given the pointy ears, but that's something to keep in mind...!]
Well, that's lucky for you... the lack of illnesses in general, I mean, not the enchantment. At least the latter couldn't have been terribly unpleasant, given that you seem in good spirits.
[...as far as he can tell, anyway. Maybe hiding your true feelings is an elf thing.]
no subject
[ In any case, he can listen when the subject matter is something he has great interest in, so every word spoken is met with attentive silence. ]
Ah, I see. My thanks for sharing your experience; indeed it is satisfying to hear as well that in spite of all the odds stacking against you, you have all won! And most impressive as well.
[ His lips part, the smile curls a little sharper. Legolas tips his head back slightly with a light laugh. ]
That is because I am awake now! The darkness has ended, the shadows have all been chased away, and so many great friends I have seen already... it would be most impossible to be surly in the face of it all.
[ WYSIWYG elf: very, very difficult to bring down in mood! He hides so little, ever acting most natural, or perhaps to some most unnatural with the cheer and brightness. A true child of summer. ]
no subject
[He frowns a bit.]
Well, given the general connotation of how the Unseelie tend to operate, it's not too surprising... but one of them used all the commotion going on with the moon to enter the library and set a shelf on fire. An acquaintance and I have been planning on working to see what we can do to fix things, but it's a bit of a daunting task.
Still, that victory certainly was worth it, and really, it makes me interested in seeing what all our forces can accomplish if they can manage that kind of thing even at half strength.
[...he... kind of blinks, because he's really not quite certain what to do with that...]
...well, that's good news, at least... I'm glad to hear you're well, then...
[you're getting your feelings all over him, man]