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Who: Legolas and anyone.
What: NEW ARRIVAL ALERT! Oh, and exploring!
When: Oct. 25th.
Where: Just pick a place and we'll make it work. Love to anyone that finds the hippy elf in the forest.
Rating: G!

One moment he had been with Gimli, Aragorn and Gandalf, hearing messages passed to Gandalf from the Lady Galadriel. He'd been armed and ready to go to Edoras, content with the knowledge that Merry and Pippin were safe. Safer. And now he was...

Well, Legolas wasn't entirely sure where he was. He'd seen, in passing, the buildings of Men though never had he entered them. He'd been content enough to remain out of doors or in the forest. It reminded him very much of what he'd seen though. And this only raised the question of how he came to be here. Standing and doing nothing wouldn't answer his questions though, this he knew. Only by exploring could he find what he wanted to know and hopefully that would include a way back. It wasn't long after he started to explore that he realized that he was now also unarmed. His quiver was still on his back but it was empty of arrows and he no longer carried his knife or the bow that the Lady of the Golden Wood had gifted him. Guilt tore at him over the loss of such a precious gift. He knew that he could craft himself another bow but it would never compare to those of the Galadhrim.

Garbed in grey, most will find him, a cloak about his shoulders and unassuming. He was cautious, of course, because who knew if this was some trick of Saruman or of the Enemy.

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[It takes time for trees and forests to grow though. Take it from someone who has seen trees grow and die. Naturally.

He's in a tree not far from her, watching quietly and pulling his cloak tighter around him. She's dressed so strangely that it leaves Legolas on edge and makes him much happier to be in a tree than in sight.]

[She has absolutely no idea he's there. Or even where he could have remotely gone, either. She searches around for a bet, just making a mess in her armor since she's not used to tracking the forest like this, and eventually heaves a frustrated sigh and turns to leave.]

[He doesn't move from his perch but he does call out as she turns to leave. He may not be pleased at being followed but this person, strange as she looks, doesn't seem to be a threat. Not like orcs would be.]

Is there any reason you're following me?

[She whips around at the voice, instinctively pulling out her magnum (despite the fact that here it only ever shoots rubber darts), and looks around wildly before catching sight of him in the trees. Oh, looked like it was just some tree-loving hippy dude or something. She huffs and sigh and holsters her gun.]

No reason. Just got bored. [Not going to admit she was practicing because she failed at it anyway.]

[At the sudden movement from her, his own instinct is to jump a branch higher. Only to come down as she puts her weapon away. Hundreds of years of forest survival right here.]

It seems a poor reason to follow somebody and cause such reckless damage to the forest.

You must be new. It's a perfectly legitimate reason to do anything here, really. And Reckless damage? What do I look like, a bulldozer?

[Yes South you actually do. Still, she takes a slight step back from this guy, since he is acting weird with all his tree-jumping and odd pointy ears. Bummer of a birth defect, really.]

Perhaps I am.

[Yeah, he totally is but he's not going to admit it. Even if it's painfully obvious.]

Would that I knew what a 'bulldozer' was, perhaps I might. You remind me a bit of an orc, trampling over helpless saplings.

[Legolas. No.]

[She can kinda tell. Of course, partly that's just because she's been here for well over a year and can read the signs of the uninitiated.]

[But she's completely lost on other things.] Helpless saplings? They're fucking trees, it's a fucking forest. It's not like there's a severe lack of them or anything.

'Just' a tree? Have you any idea how long it takes a tree to grow? Know that they can feel things as well and have their own voices?

[Look, he really likes trees, okay?]

[She gives him an even stare from behind the visor, then shifts her weight and shakes her head.]

Dude you have got to lay off the patchouli or whatever it is you're smoking.

[That just gets a tilt of the head from the elf.]

I do not smoke and I fail to see what that might have to do with anything.

Oh come on, you're definitely hopped up on something, if you're hearing trees talking.

They do not speak in the way you think.

[Tree killer.]

[Fucking hippie.]

Uh, yeah -- because they don't speak at all.

[Go say that to Galadriel. He dares you.]

They are silent to the ears of many who would not listen.

Oh, well that's convenient.

Got any other exotic wisdom from the commune?

I need not explain it to you.

[Just gonna stay up in his tree.]

Yes. Don't try to follow an elf in a forest, in the future. It will save you trouble.

Elf. You're a fucking elf? Guess I shouldn't be surprised.

[Don't tick her off she might shoot a dart at him out of spite.]

You keep saying that. "Fucking."

What does that mean?

[Legolas.

Legolas no.]

[She looks up at him in silent disbelief, before scoffing a laugh, leaning back and crossing her arms over her chest.]

It's, uh -- it's slang. It's got a lot of meanings, really. You sure you want to know?

[Because she will gladly explain to him.]

I think it only fair that I understand what words are being used when someone is talking with me.

[South laughs,] Okay then; it's most commonly used as a swear word. Like, the worst swear word. Nothing gets attention like a well-placed 'f-bomb'.

The actual meaning of the word is sex. Like, intercourse, you know? penis-goes-into-vagina and everyone goes home happy. [You probably didn't have to go into that much detail, South.] I mean, you're an elf, so I don't know if you even have a penis. Or a vagina, but that's how it works for my people.

[sdjfghlasajhf]

H-how...

[What are words?]

W-why would anyone apply a term that is used foully to something so special on bonding with another??

No, see, you're talking about 'lovemaking' and romantic shit. I'm talking about fucking. It's dirty, messy, you probably don't know the other person that well but that's okay because you're both just in it for the visceral feel of the thing.

[Guess which one she's had more experience with.]

Okay so technically it's the same thing but, like, it's a whole different way about going at it.

[OH VALAR HELP HIM]

There is no such thing among the elves. I cannot... imagine why anyone would want such a thing.