Introducing - Legolas!
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desperatefansHe had been sailing to Valinor, Gimli at his side. Yet the boat, and his stalwart companion, and the very water they had been carving have all gone suddenly missing. A scan with keen eyes reveals that there are woods, a lake, and a very odd home before him.
Never has he seen such architecture, and the wood is unfamiliar - the tree-song strange, and distant. It is as if they have never thought to communicate with any outside of their own. The Elf doesn’t like it, and he especially does not enjoy the fact that there is no Dwarf at his back, side, or front.
Where was the singing to welcome them? The Light of the Undying? Nobody even steps forth from the strange home to beckon him inside. Legolas decides he will enter rudely, ignoring the echo of his Father’s voice attempting to fashion him into a proper Prince. He balks at the lack of sound, feels out desperately for any hint of life. There are creatures dwelling within, he determines, but they feel so far away for the outer size of the abode.
The medley of obscure items draws his eye, and Legolas plucks up the paper with strange writing. Somehow, he finds that he can understand the shapes.
The part that matters most is the statement that there may already be others from his realm within the home. “Gimli! Where is Gimli, son of Gloin?” He calls into the empty space, hoping his Meleth will respond.
Never has he seen such architecture, and the wood is unfamiliar - the tree-song strange, and distant. It is as if they have never thought to communicate with any outside of their own. The Elf doesn’t like it, and he especially does not enjoy the fact that there is no Dwarf at his back, side, or front.
Where was the singing to welcome them? The Light of the Undying? Nobody even steps forth from the strange home to beckon him inside. Legolas decides he will enter rudely, ignoring the echo of his Father’s voice attempting to fashion him into a proper Prince. He balks at the lack of sound, feels out desperately for any hint of life. There are creatures dwelling within, he determines, but they feel so far away for the outer size of the abode.
The medley of obscure items draws his eye, and Legolas plucks up the paper with strange writing. Somehow, he finds that he can understand the shapes.
The part that matters most is the statement that there may already be others from his realm within the home. “Gimli! Where is Gimli, son of Gloin?” He calls into the empty space, hoping his Meleth will respond.
