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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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And Thorin would not have heard of it, had Bilbo not told him of it. During their first journey together he had called it a present. Perhaps it had been his father's possession of one of the seven rings given to the Dwarf Lords that had made Thorin suspicious of the tale. Still, he had found out soon enough...

"Tempted? No. But I succumbed to my rage far quicker than usual."

Thorin would not lie. Not even to an Elf.

He would be surprised to hear that Bilbo told him of it. From what he gathered, ringbearers kept a secret of the Ring and the powers it held. Perhaps it was only Frodo though, he was the only Hobbit that Legolas had ever traveled with to learn anything. Even if it was very little after the Council.

"I am glad to hear that you did not."

And he was. Nobody needed that kind of burden.

"No, no," Thorin shook his head even as he took another puff off of his pipe. "I know better than to mess with a ring like that..."

He was silent in contemplation for several minutes before continuing.

"The only place for a ring like that is back into the forge to be destroyed."

Would that it could be destroyed in a forge but Legolas couldn't say that. He could say very little of it. Keepers of a secret hope. And even here, he meant to keep that secret. And, hopefully, to keep the secret of it from spreading as it seemed to have.

"I'm sure that there are a great many others who would agree with you."

"I should hope so - I would hate to see the man who covets such a ring," Thorin shook his head. "It brings nothing but wickedness and misery. At least it seems so to me."

He knew much about the Ring, but very little at the same time.

He was right, it did bring misery. He'd seen what the ring had done to Gollum, how they had hoped to bring him back to himself when he was their prisoner and parted from the ring but it had not worked. And he had escaped.

"I think it may be best, if you will permit me to say so, that we keep this knowledge to ourselves."

"Agreed," Thorin nodded solemnly. "But I know not who else may already know. Frodo obviously knows the most about the Ring. And I know not who he may have spoken to about it."

He could very well have inspired someone to desire the Ring, but Thorin did not think Frodo so foolish. He was a fine lad who had fallen into an unfortunate circumstance.

"Frodo!"

Apologies Thorin, but once that name was uttered, Legolas had little thought for anything else. The Ringbearer. Here. And Frodo would not openly have spoken of it. He knew the danger that just mentioning the ring could bring about.

"Then I am relieved."

Oh, Thorin picks up on that not-so-subtle mood change. He puffs on his pipe and stares at Legolas for a minute.

"You know the lad, I take it?"

That much is obvious, but he's hoping to coax the nature of their relationship out of the Elf.

Yeah, haha, nope. Legolas will admit to knowing Frodo but the specifics of how and why aren't coming from this elf. Not now or ever.

"He is a friend. One that I would put my life on the life if it would save his. We were separated and I worried greatly for him."

Thorin takes another puff or two from his pipe. So Frodo takes the Company of Elves for friendship.

Typical Baggins. Bilbo had a similar affinity for Elves, if he recalled correctly.

"Your devotion is very uncharacteristic of your kind."

...aaaaaaand back to this again. Thorin's never known an Elf to risk his life for someone else; particularly not when that someone is of another race.

Well. That escalated quickly. He wasn't entirely sure what the dwarf meant. Uncharacteristic? Hardly. Legolas wanted to count this towards the rift between their two races but something felt off about that.

"Uncharacteristic in what way, Master Dwarf?"

Yeah no, Legolas wasn't going to just let it go. He couldn't.

"I've not encountered an Elf who would so readily give up his life to Mahal for another living creature," Thorin sighed out another puff of smoke.

He pauses before continuing...though he probably should have left it at that.

"The majority of you lot tend to be rather selfish creatures."

...because Dwarves are just so selfless...

And all of that semi-positive interaction they had was caught in a breeze and throw right out the window! Legolas frowns and straightens his shoulder.

"You've obviously had very little interaction with me and mine if you would think such a thing."

"Quite the contrary, Elf," Thorin snarled. "I've had far too much interaction with your kind for my liking. I've had enough to last several Dwarves several thousand lifetimes. Most of it unpleasant..."

The ratio of unpleasant because of the Elves and unpleasant because of Thorin is a little tipped...

"It seems not if you would think us selfish." Legolas scowled, trying to think just what he could be talking about. Gimli hadn't even had this much of a problem with him and he had reason to with Gloin for a father.

"And what would you know of the encounters I've had with Elves?" Thorin's voice is a low growl, and there is a distinct 'click' of his teeth as the pipe is set back into his mouth. This time he takes a big inhale and blows out a much larger smoke ring.

"You've already mistaken us as selfish and are surprised that I would protect another with my life."

Trying to keep his calm was becoming just a bit difficult. But if he could keep his head during Elrond's council and with Gloin and Gimli, he could keep it now. Who was this dwarf to doubt him?

"Of course, what explanation do I owe you?"

"It's no mistake, your kind are selfish and inconsiderate of the woes of others," Thorin replied in a very matter-of-fact tone. "You owe me no explanation, nor am I interested in hearing one. Quite the contrary, really..."

Ooh and this chat had started out so nicely too...

And that was without getting to introducing themselves properly. It had been a long time since Legolas had felt any animosity towards a dwarf but good job, Thorin!

"Then I will take my leave of you, Master Dwarf."

As if Thorin would waste his breath on politeness towards an Elf! He scoffs and bares his teeth at the curt dismissal the Elf offers.

"Very well then, Elf."

No 'master' no other offering of respect. Nope, just 'Elf'.

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LMAO the gag tag...LOVE IT!

I'm glad! XD

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