Awakening
Who: valorandmettle and paradisa
What: After Legolas's "adventure" in Paris he finally awakens in Paradisa. He has reverted back to his natural state but finds himself losing balance and being a lot more clumsy than usual, something he had previously put down to being human.
When: Today (after everyone returns to Paradisa)
Where: The Pietas Tower
Rating: Suitable for all (but be warned, there is some big angst in this post :x)
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From a shabby studio apartment in modern day Pari to the quiet lodgings of an endless castle. From the over-sensitive and insecure nature of man to the peaceful but ever-curious nature of an Elf. Taken from his companions and the places he was only just becoming familiar with to now experience not one but two foreign lands in a matter of days. However one looks at it, no matter the adaptability of a man, it is still a lot for one to take. Temporary friends cannot hold a candle to the light of long-serving brothers in arms and now Legolas is cast out into unknown territory yet again awaking in a familiar form but muddled with poor balance and confusion.
His mind is covered with a cold fog as he stirs in his new bed, rising to find a barren room but feeling a sombre acceptance that this new place was probably to be his again, for a time, a few days perhaps as it had been in Paris? Or maybe a few years? And in the quiet of his heart he felt an ache as he knew that his companions would have to be soldiering on without his aid, and although not arrogant enough to believe that he held the power to sway the story of the Ring he did know that he was a boon to Frodo and his company. Would the outcome be the same without him there?
But perhaps more than his inadequacies to help them a stronger feeling emerged, a longing to see their faces again because even in the most difficult of times he felt that their affection brought him past what unknown and buried fear he had inside him just enough to be brave for their sakes. Who did he have to be brave for here? What even was here?
With a heavy heart he rises, only to find himself stumble, his ears ringing and his vision blurred. His balance off set he loses his footing into a small cabinet, back against the wall he feels himself slide down it as his knees buckle and give way. He finds himself despairing in the solitude of his new confines, his brow furrows and his countenance lowers. Why would someone separate him from his destiny? This feeling of lack of control over his actions was wearing heavy on him, but at least here, in the loneliness of this tower, he could let himself quietly mourn what had happened to him.
Nobody would look for him here, who would care to come?
What: After Legolas's "adventure" in Paris he finally awakens in Paradisa. He has reverted back to his natural state but finds himself losing balance and being a lot more clumsy than usual, something he had previously put down to being human.
When: Today (after everyone returns to Paradisa)
Where: The Pietas Tower
Rating: Suitable for all (but be warned, there is some big angst in this post :x)
(( soundtrack ))
From a shabby studio apartment in modern day Pari to the quiet lodgings of an endless castle. From the over-sensitive and insecure nature of man to the peaceful but ever-curious nature of an Elf. Taken from his companions and the places he was only just becoming familiar with to now experience not one but two foreign lands in a matter of days. However one looks at it, no matter the adaptability of a man, it is still a lot for one to take. Temporary friends cannot hold a candle to the light of long-serving brothers in arms and now Legolas is cast out into unknown territory yet again awaking in a familiar form but muddled with poor balance and confusion.
His mind is covered with a cold fog as he stirs in his new bed, rising to find a barren room but feeling a sombre acceptance that this new place was probably to be his again, for a time, a few days perhaps as it had been in Paris? Or maybe a few years? And in the quiet of his heart he felt an ache as he knew that his companions would have to be soldiering on without his aid, and although not arrogant enough to believe that he held the power to sway the story of the Ring he did know that he was a boon to Frodo and his company. Would the outcome be the same without him there?
But perhaps more than his inadequacies to help them a stronger feeling emerged, a longing to see their faces again because even in the most difficult of times he felt that their affection brought him past what unknown and buried fear he had inside him just enough to be brave for their sakes. Who did he have to be brave for here? What even was here?
With a heavy heart he rises, only to find himself stumble, his ears ringing and his vision blurred. His balance off set he loses his footing into a small cabinet, back against the wall he feels himself slide down it as his knees buckle and give way. He finds himself despairing in the solitude of his new confines, his brow furrows and his countenance lowers. Why would someone separate him from his destiny? This feeling of lack of control over his actions was wearing heavy on him, but at least here, in the loneliness of this tower, he could let himself quietly mourn what had happened to him.
Nobody would look for him here, who would care to come?