One Character, One Word, One Sentence: Legolas Greenleaf
The Brothers of Gondor board recently had another round of "One Character, One Word, One Sentence" with spooky prompts in honor of Halloween and the spooky_arda "Six Days of Spooky" challenge. Once again, I decided to use this exercise to write about a character I've never tackled seriously before: Legolas.
I actually wrote these just before the "spooky" drabble. I'm sure that re-reading the section on the Paths of the Dead for a couple of the sentences is what prompted the drabble, in fact!
I've arranged the prompts in chronological order.
Web:
"Do not go into the forest alone," Thranduil cautioned his young son, "for the spiders are of such a size that they could easily wrap an elfling in their webs--and very glad they would be for the tender morsel!"
Lone:
He did not look forward to delivering the bad news of Gollum's escape to the council, especially with those scornful Dwarves looking on, and he wished he had brought along a companion for support.
Creep:
Sometimes he thought his ears caught the sound of feet moving stealthily through the mine tunnels behind them, but whenever he looked around, he saw nothing.
Ruin:
Though he had little love for the Dwarves, Legolas was compelled to admit they had built a city which must once have been no less fair and grand than any Elven realm.
Shock:
Ai, so this was what the Dwarves had wakened when they delved too deep beneath the mountain!
Flame:
The balrog seemed a being of fire and shadow and pure terror; how could anyone wound something so powerful and yet so insubstantial?
Bleak:
The hall of Meduseld was now a place without cheer or hope; Legolas saw this on the faces of the men-at-arms, in the bowed figure of the king, and most of all, in the eyes of the young woman who stood behind the throne.
Musty:
The air under the mountain was stale, as if no living being had stirred it since the days of Isildur--and perhaps none had.
Phantom:
He himself was not troubled by the shades of dead Men, and so he did not appreciate the dedication of those who rode with him until he saw how others fled before the shadowy host.
Roar:
The sound of the waves crashing on the shore wrought a change in his heart more fearsome than the battle-cry of any enemy he had faced.
I actually wrote these just before the "spooky" drabble. I'm sure that re-reading the section on the Paths of the Dead for a couple of the sentences is what prompted the drabble, in fact!
I've arranged the prompts in chronological order.
Web:
"Do not go into the forest alone," Thranduil cautioned his young son, "for the spiders are of such a size that they could easily wrap an elfling in their webs--and very glad they would be for the tender morsel!"
Lone:
He did not look forward to delivering the bad news of Gollum's escape to the council, especially with those scornful Dwarves looking on, and he wished he had brought along a companion for support.
Creep:
Sometimes he thought his ears caught the sound of feet moving stealthily through the mine tunnels behind them, but whenever he looked around, he saw nothing.
Ruin:
Though he had little love for the Dwarves, Legolas was compelled to admit they had built a city which must once have been no less fair and grand than any Elven realm.
Shock:
Ai, so this was what the Dwarves had wakened when they delved too deep beneath the mountain!
Flame:
The balrog seemed a being of fire and shadow and pure terror; how could anyone wound something so powerful and yet so insubstantial?
Bleak:
The hall of Meduseld was now a place without cheer or hope; Legolas saw this on the faces of the men-at-arms, in the bowed figure of the king, and most of all, in the eyes of the young woman who stood behind the throne.
Musty:
The air under the mountain was stale, as if no living being had stirred it since the days of Isildur--and perhaps none had.
Phantom:
He himself was not troubled by the shades of dead Men, and so he did not appreciate the dedication of those who rode with him until he saw how others fled before the shadowy host.
Roar:
The sound of the waves crashing on the shore wrought a change in his heart more fearsome than the battle-cry of any enemy he had faced.