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what-hids-in-the-forest started following you!

"Good evening to all of you! Pleased to make your acquaintance."

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dangerous--reality started following you!

"I er uhm... yes, hello! Greetings!"

[[aww, Roo's flustered from follows xD ]]

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bofurthetoymaker started following you!

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elkriderofmirkwood started following you!

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Legolas Sensually Moaning Meme Response

Ruaa's feet dangled over either side of the branch he was currently straddling, kicking back and forth lightly as keen brown eyes searched the land around him. He'd been very high up in this tree for some time, not long after washing up in a river so he was in nothing but trousers -- as he didn't need boots for climbing since he simply flew up and landed there. Standing gracefully and with a flutter of wings, he circled and glided down around the tree until his feet met the earth once more. "What is that mountain range in the north called, Elf Prince?" He questioned, though didn't get quite the response he expected. His name being said in a low and breathy fashion made him turn to see Legolas sitting on the ground, propped against the tree, his eyes closed in a weary sleep. Hearing his name again, Ruaa approached and crouched in front of the Princeling, tilting his head and waving his hand at the elf's face, snapping his fingers a little, before simply rocking back on his heels and sitting across from the elf. Well, he must have been worn out...

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Haldir Sensually Moaning Meme Response

Ruaa's fingers moved with a small ~flick~, flipping the page of the journal over to read the next passage. The light of the fire was enough for him despite the darkness the night brought on. A noise at his side made him turn his head, furrowing his brow in curiosity just a bit. Silence. A small shrug of his shoulders rolling back to his wings he looked back to the journal and continued reading. However, the noise came again and he recognized his name being mumbled. Setting the leather bound journal aside he crawled over, tucking his wings tight against his back so they wouldn't bump anything, and came to hover over Haldir. "Yes?" He asked, as though he had casually been summoned. There was his name again, but no response. Confused, Ruaa looked over the elf warden to see he was still fast asleep and simply moaning his name. Perhaps it was just because he fell asleep with Ruaa present in the room, the tone of the voice and manner in which they left the Elf's lips lost on the winged man. Ruaa smiled to himself, a bit amused, before tucking the fur blanket around Haldir and backing away, returning to the journal.

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Legolas Suicide Meme Response

"I do not understand...this device..." Ruaa muttered to himself as his feet carried him down the halls. What did that elf maiden call it? Some kid of lock? Either way he made his way to the Prince's room -- Legolas would know what this was. He entered and glanced around, noting nothing at first until his eyes fell to a pair of elven boots near the bed. He leaned to the side a bit, squinting at the sight, before more of a body appeared. "Elf prince!" Came a started shout, as he rushed to the side of the heir of Mirkwood. There were no marks on his body, nothing to suggest harm, but no breath or beating heart either. Some kind of poison? Ruaa came to his knees, lifting Legolas by the shoulders and pulling him into his lap, the Prince's head limply rolling back as the winged man moved him. "Legolas... Legolas! Please, no... No no no!" Ruaa shook his shoulders, eyes welling with tears and spilling over when nothing happened. He wanted to call for help, but part of him knew it would be fruitless. His voice would fail him if he tried. Ruaa's legs unfolded beneath him and he pulled Legolas to his chest, wings draping about his shoulders forming a tent between him and the rest of the world as he wept.

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Haldir Suicide Meme Response

"Haldir!" Ruaa called out, his wings bristling in the chilled wind as he approached the Elf's dwelling. The winged man had won a blade in a bet, and he had hoped Haldir could tell him of it's worth, if any. As he entered the living area, however, Ruaa's eyes shot up and his breath stopped, legs losing their ability to hold him upright and he stumbled backwards into the wall behind him. Merely a foot from the ground the elf warden hung, a rope strung about his neck. "Noo!" Roo's voice echoed through the wind, his wings spreading and lifting him in a single thrust through the air, his blade slicing through he rope which was taught with dead weight. Catching the elf about his shoulders before he hit the ground, Ruaa bat his wings and lowered him to the ground, hastily removing the rope from his neck; sick red burns remained beneath. He drew in a shaky, hoarse breath as his new blade clattered to the ground, forgotten. His fingers curled around the top of the chest plate, Haldir's collar bone like ice beneath his knuckles, tears bubbling forth from his eyes and dropping onto the metal plating. "Why?" The winged man muttered, and muttered again and again until his voice left him.