The Stars are Veiled

Legolas Greenleaf - messenger, scout and son of the Elvenking Thranduil of Mirkwood. A princeling of 2931 years of age. - - - - - -Indie RP account for Legolas from LOTR & The Hobbit: DoS. Please read the About & Guide page.M!A: None, but...

[lthranduilion]

get to know me meme: relationships [1/5] → tauriel + legolas

'I do not think that you would allow your son to pledge himself to a lowly Silvan elf.' 'You are right, I would not. Still… he cares for you.’

[foliisxducem]

I know I said I was bringing Legolas back a while ago,  and I will! However, my time has been occupied with school work and a general lack of energy. I will be hunting for a new theme for this dork real soon and hopefully revamp this blog a little before coming back for real! I am in a dear need of icons tho, ugh, so if anyone want to volunteer and help me make some, that would be awesome! ;;

[itsokayifitsgone]

Through anything, I’ll stay with you.

Six word story. (via astrifer-ous)

[kusuri2013]

Thranduil and his deer.

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* In the first pic the adult elf is Oropher. 

* I ignored the life limitation of the deer, sorry. :’(

[bookshelfpassageway]

A quick and dirty RP policy guide

Bold all that apply to you and your blog. Italics if you’re on the fence about something. Either reblog or repost. Feel free to add anything I may have missed in the appropriate category, or recategorize something that is in the wrong place!

My blog is _______

Open to all

Semi-selective

Selective

Highly selective

Exclusive

Only going to RP with mutals

Indie

Affiliated with a group

Spoiler free

Spoilers tagged

I will RP with ______

Any fandom

Most fandoms (No cartoon characters without a human face claim.)

Only fandoms I know (List some here?)

Only people in my fandom

OCs (well written with plenty of background information. Personally I can be very picky when it comes to OCs.)

OCs with no fandom ties

OCs who are related to/know my character in their backstory 

Only one version of any particular character

People who have the same muse as me

People who do not have a rules page

Multimuse blogs

Only people in my RP group

Indie RPers

When RPing, I like to use _______

Paragraphs

Shorter forms of text

*Action*

Icons

Gifs

Gif icons

Formatted text

Whatever my partner is using

My own style regardless of my partner’s reply

I will ship with _______

No one

Anyone

Chemistry

Select ships (list some here: )

OCs

Others of my own muse

Crossovers with characters from different fandoms

Only one version of a particular character

My blog may contain ______ in it’s content

Fluff

Angst

Gore

Violence

Non graphic Smut

Blood

Torture

Shipping

Death

Dark humor

Cheating

Assault

I will follow ______ back

Everyone

Only some people (I follow those whose writing style I really adore, and whom I'd really want to rp with.)

Only people in my fandom

Every RP blog

Only people I actively wish to RP with

People who do not post a lot of OOC

People whose posts I am comfortable with on my dashboard

To RP with me, you should _______

Follow back (you don't have to, though it'd be preferred.)

Answer an open

Message me OOC

Message me IC

Make a starter

Answer my starter

Send in a meme

Other:

I practice reblog karma with memes (and if you don’t respect it I won’t practise it with you either, you don’t send me memes you reblogged from me  I don’t send you them either) <---- this

I expect reblog karma with memes

I expect my rules/about to be read

I always read the rules/about before following

If you follow me, I would like [ NEEDLES ] tagged with [ any variation ]

I expect all [type of content] to be beneath a readmore

I will tag and or place under a readmore any content type requested

I will tag and or place under a readmore most content types requested

I am a multiverse blog

I am multi-muse

I do not wish for my OOC posts to be reblogged

I do not wish for my threads to be reblogged by those not involved

I expect post length to be matched

I expect icons/gifs to be used in a reply if I have used them

[foliisxducem]

I stand and  f i g h t

                                                                           —I’m not afraid to  »d i e

[sanverscorp]

Visit Original Link

Thranduil voice porn:

"Such a pity. Still, you tried"

"They understand only one thing…We attack at dawn. Are you with us?"

[dashingkili]

Reblog if you are a The Hobbit roleplayer

And I will put your url in this masterlist here. OC’s and possible genderbents will be added as well.

[foliisxducem]

                                             an indie rp account for legolas from lotr.                                              multiship & multiverse.   canon divergent.                                              mun & muse are 18+, nsfw may occur.                                              oc & crossover friendly.   semi-selective.                                              9+ years of roleplay experience.    2+ years                                              of tumblr rp experience.   open for all sorts of                                              rp.   friendly mun, come and say hi!

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[foliisxducem]

; out of arrows

Apologies for my inactivity, you guys! My muse for Legolas just vanished after Teen Wolf got back on air, and thus I've spent most of my time over here.

I think I'm getting him back, though! So I'm gonna try to get some drafts done over the weekend! If anyone wanna do a small thing with me to jumpstart my muse, though, give me a holla!

[foliisxducem]

+ archerofdurinsfolk | closed

[archerofdurinsfolk]

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              The world came back to him in bits and pieces, each more muddled than the last. The first piece was pain: a dull, throbbing ache that burned from hip to knee, but nothing like the splinters of memory that assaulted him every now and again, turning his stomach even while his clouded brain wasn’t sure why. He wasn’t sure why he was anything, really — that was the second piece. He was lying on something hard, like a table or slab - and really, Kili tried not to think too hard on that second option, so a table, then. But why was he on a table? Where were Thorin, Fili and the rest of the Company? The last thing he remembered was standing by water, watching as dwarf-like shapes drifted away from him while he was left because of that stupid—-

               It came to him in a sudden intake of breath.

               ———The arrow.

              Of course it was the arrow — but what foul poison must it have contained to reduce him to this? Kili had no idea, and truth be told would rather not know. The memory was hazy, difficult to piece together even as his mind grew sharper. He remembered screaming - had it been him screaming? It hadn’t sounded much like him, so pained and despairing - and yet at the same time there had been dreams. Wonderful, improbable dreams, they had been, and yet they helped calm and soothe him, even if the subject matter was to make him blush when he was in his right mind again.

             A foolish fancy, nothing more. The Captain was far away, under the trees of Mirkwood with the other elves, and he was lying on a kitchen table drifting in and out of consciousness. Just a fancy, that was all. A lovely little fancy.

            But he was not dead. No longer screaming, not choking or thrashing like his worse dreams described. That was worth a little delusion, or so he tried to tell himself.

            Blind bloody fool of a dwarf, he scolded himself, Better focus on being the dwarf left behind.  

            Logically, he knew why he had been left behind: Durin’s Day had been upon them, and they could hardly drag an invalid up the mountain if they wished to see it done — but nevertheless the remembrance stung, and the anxiety starting to bubble up in his fogged-up mind did not help. Where were they? Had they made it? Come to think of it, where was Fili? He thought that he could remember dwarf-shapes in the fog, but also blood… black blood and snarls and screams that this time weren’t his own. Which was dream and which was reality? Kili didn’t know. But no-one was here now. He was alone. Alone on Bard the Bargeman’s kitchen table. It would be funny, if he were in a position to laugh.

           The poke and prod at his side though, that was entirely real. Rejoicing for a moment that Fili was there, that his brother really did wait by his side alive and probably waiting to nag him back to death, he forced his eyes open, the world beyond bright and blurry. He could see blond hair, and his lips curled in a weak, glad smile — but the sharper his vision became, the more that smile dimmed. White-gold, not yellow. Tall, not dwarven. And bearing the pointed ears and cold eyes of an elf he had not cared to see again.

           ”Oh no…” He groaned, his voice dry and cracking from lack of use - or hoarse from screaming. Automatically, his fingers twitched, searching for a weapon to block that dagger, but he had none, nor did he have the strength to lift one if he had. He was - and he was entirely loath to say it - utterly at the Princeling’s mercy. Ripe to be dragged away or murdered or questioned about the—-

           Wait—- the she-elf? 

           ——-Tauriel had been here?

         ”It was not a dream.” He breathed, bleary eyes wide in amazement and more than a little confusion. He tried to rise, could barely even lift his arm, and gave up. “I didn’t dream it. But if she was here—- she is not here now. I don’t r’member… didn’t see—-“

[foliisxducem]

        Though remaining wary, the elven prince took his chances to glance upon the room. The fallen bodies of the orcs had gone — most likely having been disposed of by Tauriel and the other remaining dwarves — but stains of blood were still visible where he'd last seen them. The room was a mess, but with a strange feeling of home. He could sense it, the family bonds, the want to help, to aid, lingering in the wooden walls. It was so different from his own woods, not much to his liking, but it was also intriguing. Interesting, because what he had been taught did not seem to abide here.

        Ever since he had been but an elfling deep in the woods, Legolas had been told other lands was none of their concern. Elves cared for elves, others cared for themselves. To him, it made sense — after all, Mirkwood was a land of danger and darkness. There was simply no time to worry about other kinds outside the premises. However, back then he had been interested, curious of how other kins worked, if they had the same rules. What he wished to do, was explore and discover.

        ——- Be different from the others.

        Of course, as the prince grew up, he had come to his senses. Other lands did not matter, his loyalties lied with the crown, with his father and his people. At least so he thought up until Tauriel had talked him into following her, her words had truly hit him, made him think. They were part of this world and even if locking themselves away behind walls, the darkness would never disappear. Not unless they did something about it.

        As his eyebrows fell to a scowl, his attention was returned to the dwarf before him. What met him first, was a stir as a small smile took shape upon his lips — much to Legolas' disgust, for he understood not why the dwarfling seemed joyous of his presence — but soon it disappeared.

        Fingers flexed lightly around his dagger, why did he not kill this foolish creature while it was weak? He was unsure, but somewhere in the deep pit of his stomach, the prince felt pity.

        ——- Pity? Was that it? Whatever it was, it seemed to toy with his instincts. For he wished to ridden himself of the dwarf as soon as possible, but he could not. Frowning deeper in confusion, he disregarded his dagger. Clearly the younger one was too weak to even move. He was no threat.

        “Of course she is no longer here. If she was, I would have no need to address you, now would I?” Legolas said, irritation latched onto his voice. Had Tauriel gone and returned to Mirkwood without him?

        ——- Impossible.

        “My advice to you, dwarf, would be to not test my patience. I find it difficult to believe you've not seen her, as she has been here all night. Are you sure you do not remember? What of these dreams you speak of?”

[foliisxducem]

out of arrows

Ughhh I can't focus on writing here. So sorry, but I will head over to my Stiles blog again. At least for a little while!

I'll see if I can come back later tonight, I just really can't focus on Legolas ugh. (aka my Stydia feels are just ruining my life right now, never mind me)

[foliisxducem]

+ archerofdurinsfolk | closed

        After facing the humiliating defeat, there had been little choice but turn back. Following the orc into the mountains was a bad idea, especially alone. It was unknown territory to the elf, he was injured, and if there was backup awaiting to ambush him, he'd very likely face death. No, right now he was not in the best state of mind to go against a small army of evil, so instead he had decided to return to Laketown and do what he was capable of.

——- Recapture the escaped prisoners, and have a serious chat with the Guard's Captain.

        What Legolas really needed, was a few hours of rest and someone to follow him. Clearly Tauriel hadn't been up the task, much to his increasing anger — he had trusted her, believed she would be there when required. Obviously that had been far from the case.

        Upon returning to town, Legolas marched with striding steps toward the house where he had seen the dwarves last. At least some of them. A gnawing suspicion told him most of them had journeyed to the mountain of Erebor — a foolish decision, really, but one which would save him the trouble of killing them himself.

        Returning to the small house, he didn't bother to knock. After all, his business was meant to be quick and brief. However, things seemed to far from that simple. Inside, there was no signs of Tauriel. The children they had previously rescued from the orc-attack wasn't present either, most likely giving the young dwarf — who was still there — some time to rest. As frustrating as it was, the only one actually present in the room, wasn't fit to be moved. Not yet.

        This was the one his companion had stayed behind to save, rather than following him to take out the enemy. This was the reason he had lost, shed blood. With eyes ice cold and hard as steel, Legolas circled the table whilst watching the dwarf who was seemingly asleep. He could kill him now and be over with it.

        He could drag him half dead back to Mirkwood, which would also result in his death. But for some reason, he did not. Instead the elf watched and calculated, bringing forth one of his daggers in order to nudge the other without actually touching it. A look of disgust and annoyance crept across his features.

        “——- You, dwarf. I know you are awake." He said, voice equally cold as his glare. "Where is the she-elf who remained to tend your wounds?”

[inlucestellarum-blog]

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“I swear, you’ll end up with this phone embedded between your eyes if you keep antagonizing me. That’s a promise.”

[foliisxducem]

             "Oh yeah, now I'm scared."

[inlucestellarum-blog]

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               “Do you want me to throw something at your head?”

[foliisxducem]

             "You could always try, though I doubt you'd hit me."

[foliisxducem]

out of arrows

Ugh, sorry I've been gone! I totally suck.

Truth be told, after the last episode of Teen Wolf, my muse of Stiles Stilinski has just been hitting the roof, whilst my Legolas muse has been sort of meh.

BUT! I am writing on things now, trying to get some replies (and that starter herggrgehr) done!! Some things should be up today. I'm writing right now, but I may be distracted.

There's a program about my home country on TV and yeah, distraction hello. ;;  (seeing my hometown Bergen on British television is always very fun pfft)

[foliisxducem]

out of arrows

I'm just checking in and lurking before going to bed, but I assume I will get some things done tomorrow! Including a starter for archerofdurinsfolk and some drafts!

If not tomorrow, I'll probably be around all weekend. Taking my mum to the airport in the morning (leaving in like 3 hours whoops) and it's a long, exhausting drive. When I'm back I have to help her boyfriend around in the house, in order to prepare for an inspection from the landlord.

So yeah, I'll most likely be lurking tomorrow, but if luck strikes, I'll have enough muse to at least do what I owe! (also I've had crazy muse for my Stiles blog, so yeah, that's where you're likely to find me as well)