#legolas roleplay

[erynlasgalenelvellon]

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Legolas wants some love. I miss writing him. He used to have so much going on his old blog ;-;

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yet such is  oft  the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world:  small hands  do them because they must, while the eyes of the great are  elsewhere.

ind. tolkien multimuse | mapped by pete

[laikehend]

motions  d r e d g e d up from memory that lay muscle deep ; innate now & falters not. calloused fingers curl around the  w a x e n  threads , shoulders gather towards his core to  d r a w  it’s great weight towards the chest. muscles about the arm contract in tandem , completing the  a d d u c t i o n . string taunt , b r a c e d  against the strength of its wielder & finest of its craft ; ancient was the bark that  c o m p r i s e d its make , gifted by the galadh , rendered mailable by its craftsman , & now  e m p l o y e d  by its keeper. glacial irises , of keenness &  g l o w to strictly those of the firstborn , hone towards their mark.  dilation in recognition , encroaching the on celeste polvere , knowing aim would  p r e v a i l . borne of  l o n g years practice & of an ethereal intrinsic talent. breath released & fingers  l o o s e n e d  yet posture stationary ; rigid not , but firm. the whispered  t w a n g announced the arrows flight , arching through the winds. direct despite its curvature & elements against its path.

t h w a c k !

& a bullseye holds true.

independent private & highly selective  legolas thranduilion from the hobbit / lord of the rings trilogy written by bayze  

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            ❝ FAREWELL !                 I GO TO FIND THE SUN ! ❞ 

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[laikehend]

motions  d r e d g e d  up from memory that lay muscle deep ; innate now & falters not. calloused fingers curl around the  w a x e n  threads , shoulders gather towards his core to  d r a w  it’s great weight towards the chest. muscles about the arm contract in tandem , completing the  a d d u c t i o n . string taunt ,  b r a c e d  against the strength of its wielder & finest of its craft ; ancient was the bark that  c o m p r i s e d  its make , gifted by the galadh , rendered mailable by its craftsman , & now  e m p l o y e d  by its keeper. glacial irises , of keenness &  g l o w  to strictly those of the firstborn , hone towards their mark. dilation in recognition , encroaching the on celeste polvere , knowing aim would  p r e v a i l . borne of  l o n g  years practice & of an ethereal intrinsic talent. breath released & fingers  l o o s e n e d  yet posture stationary ; rigid not , but firm. the whispered  t w a n g  announced the arrows flight , arching through the winds. direct despite its curvature & elements against its path. t h w a c k !

& a bullseye holds true.

written & loved by baze 

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He watched from the distance as two beings QUARRELLED over matters that concerned them not. “Amin n'rangwa edanea.” (I don’t understand these humans) He ENTHUSED. 

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Legolas ambled with mere caution through the Mirkwood forest, his eyes TRAINED upon the path he had dared to follow. Then, just as he STEPPED under the shade, he heard something rustle in the distance. “Who goes there?” He called out, his bow outstretched.

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He beamed at the other as he moved TOWARDS them. “By what sea and stars BECKONS you this way?”