( 1. ) in the tree, take 1. Most people would be quite concerned at finding themselves in this kind of a situation, where they would be stuck on a tall yet thin, snowy tree while beneath it a roaring bear paced this way and that. Legolas, on the other hand, was, for one, wholly unconcerned, and for second, quite amused. He sat perched on a branch well out of the way, and stared down at the bear, murmuring words to calm it down and send it away. It would be too easy to nock an arrow to his bow and send it flying to lodge in the beast's skull, but it was rightfully grouchy with him, so he didn't particularly think this solution to be fair. It was hungry, he trespassed, now he needed to apologise and be forgiven.
His breath misted before his face with every exhale, cheeks flushed from the chilling air, he watched the bear raise on its back paws to rest the front on the tree trunk and shove. The entire tree trembled from the force, his branch shook, bunches of snow falling off of it, but Legolas did not lose his balance. "There is easier game in this forest, you and I both know it," his native tongue still flew freely from his lips, Middle-earth or no, though he wasn't so sure the bear understood it, but it should understand the tone at least: gentle, if mirthful. "Your hunger will only grow worse if you insist on the unachievable."
A couple moments later, the bear turned and wandered away with tired, disappointed noises. Next, Legolas leapt down onto the soft snow with practised grace in a flurry of falling snow and flowing coat.
( 4. ) is that even safe to eat? The crowd was surely eye catching, though Legolas stayed at the very outskirts of it, well away from the mass of bodies brushing and squeezing together. His curiosity was great, sure enough, but not quite great enough to have him attempt to see what exactly was so popular with the Men.
A couple paces later, something large skittered across his foot and Legolas looked just in time to see a rat disappearing among the crowd. Apparently, this competition invoked the same desire in both Men and rats. He grimaced, then a little farther away, hid his discontent behind a mask of diplomatic neutrality when a piece of one of those competition cakes had been offered to him. He accepted, politely and graciously even, until he was out of the ear- and eye-shot, which was when he rid himself of the burden without a single bite taken. If caught... well, at the very least he was honest, "One cannot say if the rats have not taken part in the making of it, and I would not risk any undue surprises."
( 5. ) in the tree, take 2. There were many things wrong in his current situation, many things very frustrating and disconcerting, worrying. But at least the forest was beautiful, and a much better place to spend time in than the city, if colder than the taverns, but smelling much, much better. Of crispy cold, fresh air, and sleeping nature. It gave him the time to calm down the racing thoughts, even if it couldn't offer a solution when the manner of his coming here was as incomprehensible as it was, at least as far as he was concerned.
How could the Valar allow this? Who, or what, was so powerful to bring him to such a foreign place; it wasn't only that it was not Middle-earth or Valinor, but it was not Arda at all. And though the prospect of exploring a whole another world should, and normally would, be exciting, it wasn't quite so when it happened so suddenly, unexpectedly, and without his agreement to it.
option a. A noise, or simply a presence, down below caught his attention, Legolas didn't look but he did issue a helpful warning.
"I would not head there, the bears are still out and prowling and the territory of one grouchy fellow begins at your next step," it was, indeed, the exact same tree where he hid from a bear, as it offered a nice view of the surrounding area, and in his white and grey garb, he was well hidden on the branch up here. "So be aware as you take it."
option b. His distraction was a song, beautiful and soft, that seemed to flow along with the surrounding nature. Foreign for most here, for it was in Sindarin, the language of the elves of Arda.
( ooc: I have not decided on a canon point yet, either pre- or post-canon, rifter, also feel free to wildcard anything. )
legolas, tolkien
Most people would be quite concerned at finding themselves in this kind of a situation, where they would be stuck on a tall yet thin, snowy tree while beneath it a roaring bear paced this way and that. Legolas, on the other hand, was, for one, wholly unconcerned, and for second, quite amused. He sat perched on a branch well out of the way, and stared down at the bear, murmuring words to calm it down and send it away. It would be too easy to nock an arrow to his bow and send it flying to lodge in the beast's skull, but it was rightfully grouchy with him, so he didn't particularly think this solution to be fair. It was hungry, he trespassed, now he needed to apologise and be forgiven.
His breath misted before his face with every exhale, cheeks flushed from the chilling air, he watched the bear raise on its back paws to rest the front on the tree trunk and shove. The entire tree trembled from the force, his branch shook, bunches of snow falling off of it, but Legolas did not lose his balance. "There is easier game in this forest, you and I both know it," his native tongue still flew freely from his lips, Middle-earth or no, though he wasn't so sure the bear understood it, but it should understand the tone at least: gentle, if mirthful. "Your hunger will only grow worse if you insist on the unachievable."
A couple moments later, the bear turned and wandered away with tired, disappointed noises. Next, Legolas leapt down onto the soft snow with practised grace in a flurry of falling snow and flowing coat.
( 4. ) is that even safe to eat?
The crowd was surely eye catching, though Legolas stayed at the very outskirts of it, well away from the mass of bodies brushing and squeezing together. His curiosity was great, sure enough, but not quite great enough to have him attempt to see what exactly was so popular with the Men.
A couple paces later, something large skittered across his foot and Legolas looked just in time to see a rat disappearing among the crowd. Apparently, this competition invoked the same desire in both Men and rats. He grimaced, then a little farther away, hid his discontent behind a mask of diplomatic neutrality when a piece of one of those competition cakes had been offered to him. He accepted, politely and graciously even, until he was out of the ear- and eye-shot, which was when he rid himself of the burden without a single bite taken. If caught... well, at the very least he was honest, "One cannot say if the rats have not taken part in the making of it, and I would not risk any undue surprises."
( 5. ) in the tree, take 2.
There were many things wrong in his current situation, many things very frustrating and disconcerting, worrying. But at least the forest was beautiful, and a much better place to spend time in than the city, if colder than the taverns, but smelling much, much better. Of crispy cold, fresh air, and sleeping nature. It gave him the time to calm down the racing thoughts, even if it couldn't offer a solution when the manner of his coming here was as incomprehensible as it was, at least as far as he was concerned.
How could the Valar allow this? Who, or what, was so powerful to bring him to such a foreign place; it wasn't only that it was not Middle-earth or Valinor, but it was not Arda at all. And though the prospect of exploring a whole another world should, and normally would, be exciting, it wasn't quite so when it happened so suddenly, unexpectedly, and without his agreement to it.
option a.
A noise, or simply a presence, down below caught his attention, Legolas didn't look but he did issue a helpful warning.
"I would not head there, the bears are still out and prowling and the territory of one grouchy fellow begins at your next step," it was, indeed, the exact same tree where he hid from a bear, as it offered a nice view of the surrounding area, and in his white and grey garb, he was well hidden on the branch up here. "So be aware as you take it."
option b.
His distraction was a song, beautiful and soft, that seemed to flow along with the surrounding nature. Foreign for most here, for it was in Sindarin, the language of the elves of Arda.
( ooc: I have not decided on a canon point yet, either pre- or post-canon, rifter, also feel free to wildcard anything. )