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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 23:04:30 GMT
He smiles knowingly and shakes his head.
Never settle, Lo. If Fox has taught me anything it's beauty and love. There is always more of it out there... He points to his chest and nods to Lo. ...and in here. If you cannot find everything you need to be happy, by all means, do something about it. Look for it, ask myself or Fox is there is anything we can do, my father would be most happy to help it he can, just do not think you deserve anything less than your dreams.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 7, 2003 23:36:18 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo smiles, through her eyes are sad, her voice soft:: Alas, even the power of a King, or the love of dear friends, is not enough to breath life into a dead body, nor change the past. ::looking down at her toes she toys with her ring:: I know I push this issue with you and Fox... but I don't want you to realise to late, when its already gone, how much the love of the one means.[/glow]
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 7, 2003 23:54:36 GMT
Legolas swallows hard at her words of both regret and encouragement. He turns the idea over in his mind and settles with looking ahead once again, his jaw working silently.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 8, 2003 9:23:33 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo sighs and looks down at the silver band on her finger:: I didnt know it was possible to love someone so much untill it was to late, and I won't let you make my mistake, and especially not for fear of upsetting your father. Without love there is nothing. [/glow]
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Post by Elidor on Feb 8, 2003 11:38:55 GMT
Oei!
The two stupid elves down there. Stop talking and move aside unless you want my arrows in your bums.
;D
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 9, 2003 21:18:13 GMT
Legolas raises an eyebrow at Elidor and steps aside, taking Lo by the elbow. He looks back at her, but only for a moment before turning forward again.
I do not mean that it would upset my father. I mean that it is not the way things are meant to be. There is a form to my life... I cannot make all of my decisions for myself.
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Post by Zulu on Feb 10, 2003 21:11:01 GMT
[glow=magenta,2,300]::Lo sighs and shakes her head:: You will never know love untill you surrender to it. I think more then anything this is fear. And those are the words of a true coward. ::Lo gives him a sad look and makes her way back back over the archery grounds::[/glow]
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 11, 2003 0:38:46 GMT
Feeling as though she has just struck him, Legolas remains still as he watches her walk off. The prince stands in silence, the weight of his being such especially heavy in his heart. He considers for a long moment what would happen if he wou--could set aside his duties, his kingdom, his family, his heritage, his very life as the son of King Thranduil, and simply follow what he knew he wanted...
But for the thousandth time, he dismissed his desires. How could he, a prince, possibly put himself before the needs of his people? It was downright selfish. He sighs heavily, his heart twisting in refreshed anguish as he walks silently toward the Morgul Vale, rabbits in hand.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 13, 2003 19:53:09 GMT
Legolas returns to the field the next morning. Haze hangs over the grass, targets difficult to see even for the elf. He takes his bow from his shoulder and shoots steadily at the haze with his usual and reknowned accuracy. Thinking only about his shooting, notch pull release, he finds a bit of comfort in the cold and dreary morning.
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 13, 2003 21:58:59 GMT
Grubby watches the elf hit the targets even through the mist , impressed by his skill with a bow. She pulls her cloak tightly round her to keep out the cold and walks up to the elf as he's pulling the bowstring back to his ear
you're not bad for an elf
she said
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 13, 2003 22:17:02 GMT
The prince pauses for only a moment and lets fly his arrow before turning to Grubby with a polite smile.
Why thank you. I do not believe I've had the pleasure... my name is Legolas.
The prince slings his bow over his shoulder and extends a hand.
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 14, 2003 20:48:36 GMT
Grubby smiles back, equally politlEy, her eyes sliding down to look at his bow then back up at his face.
Legolas ..
she murmered,bucturing the pronounciaton she'd heard that name before
I'm Grubhosh
She looked down at the elfs extended hand curiously.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 14, 2003 23:19:13 GMT
Legolas can't help but smile at the pronunciation of his name and clears his throat as Grubby makes no move to shake his hand. He understands not all peoples of middle earth share this custom... him included. He places a hand over his chest and bows his head.
It is a pleasure. What brings you here? Do you shoot often?
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Post by Elidor on Feb 15, 2003 13:10:53 GMT
Lalalalalalala! *Spotted two shadows in a distance and stopped singing. Eli whipped her arrow and bow out, ready to shoot when she heard Legolas' voice*
Yo people! Hope I am not interruping both of you. So...any luck? *Looks down at legolas and grub's empty hands*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Feb 15, 2003 20:59:31 GMT
Legolas raises and eyebrow at Eli and clears his throat.
This is an archery range... not hunting grounds. He indicates the forest just beyond the targets. Although you may have better luck in the woods.
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