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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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"Ah, I see." He smiles, giving a few thoughtful puffs on his pipe. He hasn't heard Bilbo mention such a cousin, but he understands that hobbits have large families, and it's not too surprising that he hasn't heard the name.

"Funny 'ow Bilbo was goin' on 'bout not bein' able to leave 'is 'ome because he's a Baggins an' all that, when 'is own cousin's doin' th' same," Bofur comments with a chuckle.

No sense in telling Bofur that it was Bilbo that inspired Frodo. None at all. This is too weird for him already. How could this be happening?

"Perhaps he had hoped to be a good influence for Frodo."

Bofur chuckles and nods. "Mayhaps." He continues to smoke thoughtfully.

"Strange place though, this. Never seen Thorin act so strange b'fore."

Breathe. Breathe Legolas. Could just be another Thorin. After all, Thorin Stonehelm was King Under the Mountain now.

"Strange how? If I may ask, of course."

Bofur shrugs. "Just seemed so chummy with me. Usually 'e's all...angry and keeps t' himself."

Legolas is quiet for a moment. Kind of sounds like the Thorin he's heard about.

"Being far from friends makes one appreciate them far more. Perhaps that is why he seems different."

"'S true." He lapses into silence, thoughtful. "Never realized 'e actually cared f'r me, is all."

"At least you've found out this way. There are worse times to learn if someone cares or not."

Like when they're dying. That's the absolute worse time for anyone, he's sure.

Bofur nods thoughtfully, looking over at Legolas. "'S true, I suppose."

He takes another long drag on his pipe. "Tell me a bit about y'self, Master Elf."

"There is little to tell. I make my home in Mirkwood and I'm a member of the kings guard. Though I'd been traveling before arriving here."

Where ever 'here' is. It could be worse though. He could have ended up somewhere with a swarm of orcs.

"And please, I am called Legolas."

"King's guard, aye? Impressive. My lot's 'eaded towards Mirkwood ourselves, if I 'member right."

He chuckles and inclines his head. "Pleasure t' meet y', Master Legolas. Bofur, at y' service."

"It's an honor to serve him." And it is, it's the best position he could have hoped for when he was young and more headstrong, eager to prove himself. And he had, the king trusting him to be his mouthpiece at the Council of Elrond.

"A pleasure, Master Bofur." Two can play this game. "Why are headed to Mirkwood? Few ever enter the forest."

"'S always an honor t' be picked out by someone so important." Bofur smiles, nodding. He understands that.

"Goin' on a quest." Bofur shrugs his shoulders. "Really shouldn't say more'n that."

Legolas can understand that better than Bofur might think. Sharers of a secret hope, Gandalf had calls them. And it's accurate. Nobody knows why they set out from Rivendell but those who had been at the council.

"Say no more. I too must say very little of my own quest."

A smile spreads across Bofur's face and he nods. He's glad that someone understands and doesn't think he's just hiding something from them.

"Glad y' get it." After a moment, he offers his pipe to the elf. "Smoke?"

He's not exactly sure why anyone would get upset over it. After all, if a quest is the business of a small group, it's their business. Not that of others.

"Smoke?"

Oh. Huh.

"Ah, I suppose there's no harm in trying."

How do?

"Have you never smoked before?" Bofur looked to him, surprised. "Even with hobbits and dwarves in your company?"

"Never. It simply wasn't anything that ever crossed my mind, even in their company." They'd smoked quite a bit since leaving Rivendell and had run out of pipeweed quick. And after Moria, Gimli had lost his pipe.

"'Ere." He holds his pipe out to Legolas, a little amused to see how the elf will handle it. "Breathe in an' let it out again."

Well. What harm is there in trying?

The elf is a bit hesitant in taking the pipe but he does after a moment. It doesn't sound difficult. It doesn't look difficult either. Breathing in and...

COUGHING! Lots of coughing.

Bofur saw this coming, but it doesn't make it any less funny. The dwarf roars with laughter, holding his sides as tears of mirth well up in his eyes.

Coughing a bit more and handing the pipe back to Bofur, taking a moment to get his breath back-

"Not-" cough "quite what I was expecting."

Laugh it up, that's right!

"I'm glad I'm proving entertaining!"

Bofur grins and takes the pipe from him, just watching for a bit. There's not really anything he can do to help, or he'd be doing it.

"Takes a bit o' gettin' used to."

That's alright, Legolas gets his breath back before much longer. At the very list, that's one experience that Legolas can claim to have in his life that he didn't before.

"I don't doubt it. Perhaps I'll try another time."

Bofur grins and pats the elf heartily on the back, perhaps a bit too hard.

"No 'arm done though, aye? Y' alright?"

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