Post by Legolas on Feb 20, 2012 9:03:59 GMT -5
Grey Ships Pass
[/font]Lay Down your sweet and weary head[/font]
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Here is Nimrodel! Of this stream the Silvan Elves made many songs long ago, and still we sing them in the North, remembering the rainbow on its falls, and the golden flowers that floated in its foam. All is dark now and the Bridge of Nimrodel is broken down.
Name: Legolas
Age: roughly 700 years (born during the time of the Watchful Peace)
Race: Silvan Elf
Alliance: Good
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History:
Legolas was born during the time of the watchful peace, as the youngest son of King Thranduil. He was raised as a prince, and as the youngest it was always clear that his place would be in the defence of the realm and protection of his people - and quite a task that was.
As years passed, he saw Eryn Lasgalen darken into what for a long time became known as Mirkwood. Surviving those dark times required skill and a sunny nature and the young Elf developed both. His bright nature kept him from becoming too hard despite the struggles and gloom that settled on his home, and he stayed very much in touch with nature, a full wood elf in pesonality if not in heritage.
During the time of the war of the Ring, it was Legolas who was sent out to find and inform Mithrandir that the Elves had failed in their task of keeping the creature Gollum safe. Gollum had escaped their custody and was lost. Yet, upon his arrival at Imladris, he discovered that even greater things were afoot, and that Gollum was but a small piece of the puzzle. The One Ring had been found, and was to be destroyed in the only way possible - by taking it to very heart of Mordor.
Later, he was chosen to represent the race of the Elves in the Fellowship of nine, from the start the most responsible task ever set for him in his life, yet a task which he took gladly and eagerly. How the task is to be completed he does not know yet, but there is confidence in him that with time and effort, a way will be found.
Appearance:
Tall and fair, with bright eyes and the light hair of his father. He himself has never seen the light of Aman, but through his ancestors who have, a sheen still lingers in his eyes. That shadow of distant power long past gives him a proud but gentle air.
His attire mirrors that of those whom Oropher chose as his people, which means it's kept in various shades of green and brown, with a focus on practicality. In Legolas' case the fabrics are more delicate than for the average wood elf, and even simple parts of his garments are adorned with fine thread.
Weapons: bow and two white knives (going movie verse with this)
Grey ships pass into the west[/font]
Role Play Sample:
"Ivrennen, could you please stop tugging on my hair? I have had pages to that for far too long already." Legolas said, sounding less indignant than unnerved. The youngest son of King Thraduil of Mirwood was sitting in on a simple chair in his chambers, facing the window, and trying to collect himself. That had been made impossible during the last hour by endless tugging and grooming and then getting into his finest robes - he really didn't need his best friend to add to that.
He sighed. Why in Middle Earth did it always have to be him? His elder brothers were all away from the stronghold, somewhere doing some important errands or duties - or possibly just having fun. Legolas had not been given any of such tasks for a long time. Instead he was here at the stronghold, and now he was supposed to entertain guests again.
Some feast was given to celebrate the end of the year's harvest, which Legolas knew was a mere excuse to get every high ranking noble into one room so that plans, intrigues, cooperations and all that could be spun. Such things could be fun, or they could be horrible, depending on the people that were there.
What was definitely horrible was the preparation. Servants had been unnerved all day, knowing that everything had to be 'perfect', and each and everyone was so busy that Legolas sometimes wondered how they managed to get anything at all done.
He looked his friend who was also his personal guard, a fact that made Legolas' life so much easier. "Come, let us go down. The earlier we enter the hall the less attention we will get upon our arrival."
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Custom title: Silvan Elf
Codeword: Golden Leaves
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