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Post by Imrel on Aug 30, 2003 19:23:39 GMT
(Created by Legolas Greenleaf)
Above the palace is a large, colorful, and quiet garden. Designed to please the elves, there are many trees and flowers and grasses. There are no paths but for the gaps between the plants.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 19:30:10 GMT
*Walking through the trees, Legolas sings quietly to himself a song of love and loss. He runs his fingers lightly against the bark, imagining his spirit nursed by them.*
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Post by Luthien on Dec 8, 2003 20:06:53 GMT
Luthien danced barefoot through the long grass humming an ancient song her mother had taught her many moons ago. A soft evening breeze caight her dark hair and lifted it off her shoulders as she floated between the mallorn trees. She stopped to admire a cluster of Nimrodel and became aware of another elven voice somewhere through the trees. She straightened up and peered ahead, eager to see who it was.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 20:16:47 GMT
*Sensing someone near him, Legolas turns and smiles, singing the last verse of his song before stepping forward and bowing respectfully.*
I am sorry if I have disturbed you, my lady.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 8, 2003 20:28:41 GMT
Not at all good sir.
*Luthien stepped nearer and nodded her head graciously in return.*
I was merely curious to know the song which you sing ...and perhaps your name?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 20:39:42 GMT
It is a song I leanred long ago; though it is sung in Quenya, I remember it well. It is a song of the Eldamar, first sung by the Lady Galadriel of the Golden Wood.
*His smile broadens and he gestures for her to walk with her, taking in the sight of lush greens all around, his answer and question spoken out of habit in his native tongue..*
Essinya Legolas. Manna esselya?
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Post by Luthien on Dec 8, 2003 20:55:10 GMT
Essinya Luthien Tinuviel
*She returned his smile as she walked in step with him. The sun dipped below the line of trees and darker hues began to creep across the sky. Her eyes were drawn to the twilight mists gathering in the valley below them. *
Tell me Legolas, is it the lost cities of Eldamar that you mourn for or something else?
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 8, 2003 21:00:36 GMT
*He shakes his head slowly, watching the sky cast a splash of darkness across the horizon. The prince turns to Luthien, smiling warmly.*
It is the old times. They seem to be lost to most now... I fear that none shall remember what is important: life, the earth, and above all hope. There should always be hope in what is to come.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 8, 2003 21:32:59 GMT
*Luthien slowed her step as she turned to look at him. *
Do you speak of Middle Earth?
*She raised a questioning eyebrow.*
It is true that a shadow hangs over this land and the threat of evil is ever present. But perhaps it is not our concern anymore..
*An owl took off from a nearby branch, disturbed by the presence of the two walkers. It floated soundlessly ahead of them like a grey ghost and vanished into the mists at the edge of the meadows.*
The age of the Elves is coming to an end and our people will be reunited once more when we sail to the Undying lands. I have heard that the cities there are the most beautiful ever seen - even the shores are scattered with diamonds, opals and pale crystals and the people are happy, wise and resourceful.
We have much to look forward to, you and I..
*She stopped to take in the scene before them - the soft pastel shades of evening merging into the undulating hills in the distance. There was a stillness to the evening. Luthien breathed in deep, the air heavy with the scent of blossom, and let out a long sigh.*
I fear for what will become of this place when we leave..
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 9, 2003 9:34:06 GMT
*The prince nods sadly, looking around him with both awe and mourning.*
Yes, I feel it too. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if we were to stay behind. But I am not sure that I would wnt to see the deterioration of Middle Earth. For we would undoubtedly outlast it all.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 9, 2003 21:10:08 GMT
To lead a mortal life..
*Luthien's words hung heavy on the air. A silence fell between them as she contemplated the idea and did not speak again until they reached the brow of the hill. As she turned into the breeze her hair swept suddenly back from her face revealing porcelin white skin and prominent cheekbones. The way she carried herself with such self assuredness and grace reflected the nobility that flowed in her bloodlines. She gazed ahead, into the distance, as though glimpsing the future.*
I cannot imagine a life where I would live out my days knowing that I would never see my family again, knowing I would never be reunited with my own people again. To be left behind to die alone - I cannot imagine a worse fate.
*She turned back to Legolas and her face softened. The cloudiness in her dark eyes faded and once again the reflection of starlight could be seen in their depths.*
Come my prince, our morbid talk is ill- fitting in such pleasant surooundings as these.
*She turned from him and twirled in a show of exuberance. Her gown flowed out around her bare ankles brushing the flower stems as she danced over the grasses. She laughed softly looking to the stars and called out to the Prince of Mirkwood.*
It is a beautiful night - let us enjoy it while we still can!
*The elf maiden took off down the hillside in wild abandon her hair flying out behind her. She looked over her shoulder to see if Legolas was following her before disappearing into the woodland.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 10, 2003 0:20:47 GMT
*The prince smiles as he runs youthfully down the hillside, all nobility forgotten. His musical laughter trailing behind him, he runs swiftly and gracefully, years in the wilderness rendering his movements over the grass perfect. As if a compliment to the elves' grace, the breeze increases, blowing hair of silvery blonde and a river of night about their shoulders.
Reaching the woods, Legolas' pace loses none of its energy, his boots silent on the grass, the flaps of his dark green tunic billowing slightly.*
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Post by Luthien on Dec 10, 2003 7:32:57 GMT
Luthien raced ahead of Legolas, her breathless laughter the only sound in the stillness of the dusky woods. She weaved swiftly between the trees, the black of her hair lost amongst the shadowy branches of the forest trees before she vanished from sight.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Dec 10, 2003 7:41:59 GMT
*He runs tirelessly after her until she disappears even from the view of his keen eyes. Slowing to a cautios pace, he grins to himself. She must be hiding somewhere. The only sound in his ears however is the beating of his heart and the sound of leaves rusting overhead.
Movement catches his eyes and he turns, only to see that an owl has awoken for the night. Trying to walk ahead, he weaves carefully through the trees, his hunter's eyes taking in every detail.*
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Post by Luthien on Dec 10, 2003 7:58:01 GMT
*Luthien crouched down low, her delicate fingers splayed wide against the rough bark of a large tree. She remained motionless, trying to still her breathing, the earthy colours of her gown blending perfectly into the surroundings. She bit back a grin as she listened to Legolas footfalls moving slowly through the undergrowth. When he had passed her by she broke cover and using small steps made her way quickly down the steep banks to the stream at the bottom of the valley. The sound of it's soft gurgling waters soothing to the ear.*
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