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eachdraidh2014-07-25 05:30 pm
orcsurfing) wrote in eachdraidh2014-07-25 05:30 pm
video. open to both courts.
[ Legolas has waited several hours to make this announcement. Grieving, weeping with quiet tears for the half of it, gathering composure and thoughts for the other. He still hardly feels the strength needed to say what he has to say, hardly feels himself having the competence, yet it must be said and he makes a good show for it.
His shoulders squared, head held high no matter the shame he still carries with his hair cut short as it is, his face seems carved out of stone into an expression of firm neutrality, yet not without the soft edges of gentleness. What suffering there is is hidden deeply and out of view. The light in his eyes has dimmed, and with the usual cheer and laughter missing from the picture he makes, his presence seems hollow.
A shadow of his usual self, yet he holds himself together all the same. The Prince he should be, his father's son though not once in his life has he been truly prepared to take over his father's role.
He never wanted to either and especially not like this. ]
Elvenking Thranduil has vanished from this world, leaving behind his shard.
[ His lip doesn't tremble, there is no pause, his voice is even. ]
What he has set out to do, I will carry out in time. 'tis a promise to the shard-holders and the natives of the Drabwurld alike. What begs to be repeat now, with my own voice, with my own words, is that I have forsworn all allegiance with either Court and I will build a home for all who wish not to be drawn into the madness of this foolish war.
[ Time for play is over, time for growing up at last has just begun. He takes no title, names himself no Prince nor King nor anything much really. ]
Those who had unfinished business with him are welcome to bring it to me, his son Legolas Thranduilion.
[ A beat of a pause then in a tone far gentler, yet at the same time tired, he adds. ]
And to those who are to partake in the upcoming battle, I wish you luck.
[ Be safe, he wishes he could say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Then mimicking his father's attitude, he shuts the locket without another word.
In what little time he was speaking the sharp edges of the shard in his hand cut through skin with the force of his hold on it, blood trickles down, painting red flowers on the floor, but he barely feels it. Body numbed to pain with the agony of the soul, he feels himself cracking and crumbling and shattering all over again. What strength that returned over the weeks spent at the Station, seems to be now fizzling out with every quiet breath.
He feels more alone than he has felt in all his life, not knowing if he'll ever see his father ever again. Not even knowing what has happened, in truth, just that today he was simply gone and on bed there lay a shard.
This isn't Arda, this is Drabwurld, will they ever see each other at Aman again? Or has he lost his father for all the rest of his life? ]
( ooc: there'll be a delay before he begins responding and all responses to this post will be in voice only. Thrandaddy is gone, babyleaf's gotta grow up asap and pull his act together. :c )
His shoulders squared, head held high no matter the shame he still carries with his hair cut short as it is, his face seems carved out of stone into an expression of firm neutrality, yet not without the soft edges of gentleness. What suffering there is is hidden deeply and out of view. The light in his eyes has dimmed, and with the usual cheer and laughter missing from the picture he makes, his presence seems hollow.
A shadow of his usual self, yet he holds himself together all the same. The Prince he should be, his father's son though not once in his life has he been truly prepared to take over his father's role.
He never wanted to either and especially not like this. ]
Elvenking Thranduil has vanished from this world, leaving behind his shard.
[ His lip doesn't tremble, there is no pause, his voice is even. ]
What he has set out to do, I will carry out in time. 'tis a promise to the shard-holders and the natives of the Drabwurld alike. What begs to be repeat now, with my own voice, with my own words, is that I have forsworn all allegiance with either Court and I will build a home for all who wish not to be drawn into the madness of this foolish war.
[ Time for play is over, time for growing up at last has just begun. He takes no title, names himself no Prince nor King nor anything much really. ]
Those who had unfinished business with him are welcome to bring it to me, his son Legolas Thranduilion.
[ A beat of a pause then in a tone far gentler, yet at the same time tired, he adds. ]
And to those who are to partake in the upcoming battle, I wish you luck.
[ Be safe, he wishes he could say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Then mimicking his father's attitude, he shuts the locket without another word.
In what little time he was speaking the sharp edges of the shard in his hand cut through skin with the force of his hold on it, blood trickles down, painting red flowers on the floor, but he barely feels it. Body numbed to pain with the agony of the soul, he feels himself cracking and crumbling and shattering all over again. What strength that returned over the weeks spent at the Station, seems to be now fizzling out with every quiet breath.
He feels more alone than he has felt in all his life, not knowing if he'll ever see his father ever again. Not even knowing what has happened, in truth, just that today he was simply gone and on bed there lay a shard.
This isn't Arda, this is Drabwurld, will they ever see each other at Aman again? Or has he lost his father for all the rest of his life? ]
( ooc: there'll be a delay before he begins responding and all responses to this post will be in voice only. Thrandaddy is gone, babyleaf's gotta grow up asap and pull his act together. :c )
[Voice | Private]
I, uh...I don't know how souls work for elves, but I think I can sense them if they...leave their bodies.
[So awkward, but he pushes through.]
I didn't feel anything like that, and neither did I get that feeling when a human from my world left.
[The demigod hesitates again.]
...I'm sorry for your loss, anyway. It's...never easy.
[Voice | Private]
Still, these are reassuring words for an elven soul does leave the physical body when it cannot sustain it or heal it anymore. ]
Thank you, for to hear that is a great relief.
[ And oh is his voice ripe with gratitude, that with the next question slowly morphs into concern. ]
Do... you feel all those who pass, no matter the distance?
[Voice | Private]
It does depend on distance, but the range is just for people I don't know well. For those I know very well...distance has no meaning. I'll sense their passage no matter where we are. I...sensed my older sister, once.
[It still hurts to think about, but not as much as it had when the wound was first inflicted.]
There are some souls I can't sense. Satyrs and nymphs, for example. Their souls get reincarnated into plants rather than a mortal body. But I can sense when people are close to death, too. It's like a buzzing in my ears, most likely because they're in-between. Either it goes away and they survive the experience, or....
[Nico trails off. He's sure the elf knows.]
Sorry, this is...probably more information than you needed.
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No, it is... fascinating and yet it also seems to be something that could be a cause of great grief to you.
[ His voice carries the sympathy, the concern for the state of another's mind and soul when having to live with such feelings assaulting them at all times. So many died each day, after all. ]
You are beyond strong, my friend, to have kindness to spare for another.
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The power can be a burden, but at the same time...it let's me know for sure those people I care about are alive.
[A very great relief when Percy and Annabeth are all the way in Greek Hell.
The compliment is a little uncomfortable for Nico to take, but he doesn't comment on it. He really doesn't get praise like that very often, especially not in conjunction with his powers.]
If you don't mind my asking, what's your afterlife like?
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[ Ah, truly his heart goes out to Nico and his plight and it rings clearly in his voice.
That is a big question and Nico is lucky that Legolas can answer it the way he is now, for he has learned parts of it only after setting foot in Aman himself. ]
Our lives are bound to Arda and we will live as long as our world does. The physical bodies may be slain, but our souls will prevail and unless an elf truly opposes, then when the body dies we enter the Halls of Waiting for a time. There we rest, there we regain what strength we need to face the world again. For you see, when an elf is slain... it is always, always with great suffering and agony, for we are more resilient than Men.
[ How many have died the most horrific deaths already? All of them, more than likely. ]
And when we are ready, we may leave and we may be granted a new physical body to live out our lives in Aman. Only one elf in all of our history has returned to Middle Earth from the Undying Lands after his death. What the Halls themselves are like, I cannot say as I have never seen them myself.
[ He pauses, then speaks quietly, a thought slipping past almost with him unaware of it. ]
And neither have I found my mother amongst those at Aman when I have arrived...
[ Was her suffering so great? Had she truly not wished to see him... ]
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The comment about his mother, though...yeah, he knows that feeling very well.]
...The one ghost I've never been able to talk to, even in the Underworld, has been my mother's. My sister told me it was because I was forbidden, and so was my mother. I don't know your mom, so I can't say for sure, but maybe she didn't want to be found because she didn't want you to hurt more than you already have. She may still be there waiting for you to join her when you're ready.
[Perhaps with a smile and open arms. This has been a thought that has haunted Nico. Wondering if his mother will be proud of him and still love him despite everything.]
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He knows mother loved him, the little memories she has of her were all bright and full of happiness. He knows from his father too. ]
Perhaps so when I return again. [ There is a small smile in his voice and a great degree of gratitude once more. ] Your words once more have given me hope and brought comfort.
You have my gratitude and should you need aid, I will offer what I may.
[ A pledge of friendship and alliance. ]
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Um...same to you. I mean, if you need any help or just...someone to talk with. We can maybe trade stories....
[The urge to bury his face in his hands is strong in this one. Gods, he's so flustered.]
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I would like that, when you have the time. To listen to stories and to share some of my own are some of the greatest pleasures for an elf.
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Then...when things calm down a bit, I'll tell a story. I've got a lot of them, and I'd definitely be interested in learning more about your world.
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It sounds like a fair trade, I too have plenty that I will gladly share.
[ He pauses then, a moment of silence stretching on, until he speaks again. ]
Be safe, while the battling lasts. I should hope you are not forced to partake in it...
[ And yet he has little hope for it, so many young ones he knows have been pulled into it. It's horrible. ]
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If I do join the battle, it won't be for any reason than to fight alongside the people I care about. I don't...want to sit back and wait for it to end like I did with my sister.
[Nico pauses.]
But I'll be as safe as I can be. You stay safe, too. An infirmary isn't the kind of place I had in mind to swap stories in.
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[ Sometimes it's merciful and wise to kill, he will admit, but often it is a better choice to let live. ]
I am far from the battle, and I will not be drawn into it. But you have my thanks for the concern, we shall see each other next in good health.
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[Whether he gets a punch for it or ruins the tenuous friendship they have or not, it'll be worth it if they don't have to go through another battle like this again.]
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[ There is a quiet understanding in his voice, though his response is brief and short, it's genuine and carries all of his desire for not being given the reason to use drastic measures.
A vain hope, but he will hold on to it even so. ]
And if it is, then you will not be sacrificing a friendship for the sake of it.
[ Though he still finds it admirable that Nico would be willing to do so, anyway. A child, yet already wise and kind beyond his years. ]