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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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"Gladly accepted," he smiled brighter now, a thing that did not fit his somewhat melancholy colored robes. "Do you have any questions I could answer for you, in my gratitude? I know this place is confusing upon arrival."

"Very confusing." How could he not agree with that sentiment? He was someplace that was definitely not Rohan, Fangorn or Middle Earth with a distinct lack of his companions. He was far from home, far from friends and far from a task most important.

"If I am honest, I'm not entirely sure what I might ask."

"Anything and everything," he waved his hand airily, a rather royal gesture that, like a king schooling their child or a trusted courtier in the ways of politics so subtle as to be nonexistent. He did not mean it as offense, but it was hard to erase habits, even after four years - because what was four years to nearly three hundred?

"I shall try and answer them all."

It's a good thing that Legolas was not the type to be easily offended, or her might have commented. Instead, he leaned back quietly and closed his eyes to think, hand still moving to pet the dog. A few questions did spring to mind, a couple of them the more typically asked, he was sure. 'How do we get home' or 'how long will we be forced to stay' and others of that sort. And Ashura had already told him a bit about his being here before, that alone was curious but he'd already asked all he could on that.

"What is this castle like? The people here?"

Those were good questions right? Right. Definitely.

Good questions, albeit a bit difficult. He cocked his head, considering them, fingers twisting through Agni's hair idly, wrapping looser strands about his fingers. He would need to groom him soon with his winter coat coming in...

"The Castle is... capricious. At times it gives us small pleasures and moments to blush in remembrance of, and at other times... it calls us to great sorrow. It toys with us, dances us around on strings we cannot see and cannot cut. I suppose, then, this Castle is more accurately a dollhouse, and we the dolls. As for the people, though, well, I find most of them sound company. We have had a rash of disappearances, lately, but those that remain are solid folk. They are people - likes, dislikes, habits, strengths, and weaknesses. There are fights, friendships and romances. We live our lives as much as we can here."