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[of_mirkwood]

It called to him now. Never before standing upon the decks of an ancient ship had the sea called to Legolas the way it called him now and there was little he could do but heed it. The armies of Gondor and Rohan camped now along the great field called Pelennor, preparing for a final stand against Sauron, and while his head should have been in strategy, instead it was lost at sea. This was madness.

Legolas understood now why the Elves had flocked from Middle Earth in droves. No longer were they tethered to this land and concerned with the perils of it. No longer did the matters of Men and Dwarves and Halflings cross their minds on a regular basis. Instead, it was Valinor and her white ships that called them and they answered it, marching without cease into the west.

Legolas knew there were many things left to be done before he could join them. He had made a pact with the company of the Ring and intended to keep it, intended to see Aragorn, son of Arathorn, installed as king of all Men. Sauron's grip in the east was too strong yet to give in to temptation and he tried to use that to guard his mind and serve as focus for the days to come. Still, as it had never been difficult before now, it was a strange shift in the way he thought and it almost seemed he was dreaming awake.

He pushed open the flap of his tent, intending to take in the night air on this eve of battle. Elves did not need to sleep in the traditional sense of Men and Dwarves and Legolas had already had his fill of rest this evening. Tonight, he sought the stars and their company and thought to commune with those long past. But as he stepped through the opening in the tent, a curious thing happened - there were no stars above him.

Instead, he was in a hall of some sort, closed in and carpeted without view of the night sky. There was a doorway there too, plain and unassuming, and Legolas wondered how this was possible. Was this some Elven magic or was it something older, something of wizards who trod the earth long before Elves came to prominence. Was this something of Numenor, now twisted to do Sauron's will? He knew not.

With a hand at the hilt of his knife, he turned his head a bit, listening for any signs of danger. Hearing nothing obvious, he pressed on, trying to make sense of this mad, new world.

[[Find an Elf wandering the halls at night!]]

Comments

[silverandcold]

Elsa has trouble sleeping more often than not. It's hard to rest when she's worried about, well, everything. Anna, the eternal winter she's set off, the state of Arendelle. All of it weighs heavy on her and no doors have opened back home yet.

Besides, as a tiny voice in the back of her memory reminds her, the sky is awake so she s too.

The stranger's footsteps are so quiet that, distracted, Elsa doesn't see him until it's too late and she nearly crashes into him.

"I'm so sorry!"

[ogunquit_girl]

Overall, Peter was a good baby. He fussed for the usual reasons babies fussed - hunger, discomfort, tired - but mostly he was content to hang out in his baby sling, or their arms, and watch the world go by.

Tonight, though, he hadn't wanted to settle when she'd put him in his crib and rather than keep Stu up with the fussing, she'd decided to walk the halls with him for a while and see if that would get him soothed.

When she turned a corner and saw...someone standing there, Frannie froze. Her brain was trying to take in the full impression of him (her?) but her eyes kept focusing on the clothes, and the knife and (pointed ears?) the rest of him.

"Hello," she said in lieu of a dozen things she could have said, all of which she'd dismissed as asinine.

[sarcastical]

The way things had been going lately, there weren't many places where Stiles could go to think. Considering that most of his friends (and some of his enemies) had lately (always) been looking to him to make sense of the quagmire of supernatural insanity that their lives had become, this was problematic. Cue bizarre trans-dimensional luxury hotel that manipulated time and space. It had to be good for something eventually.

Here, he could distance himself enough from magic and the supernatural that he could get some much-needed perspective.

…or not.

Standing at the end of the hall, headphone wires curling from his ears to the front pocket of his jeans, mouth seemingly hung permanently open, he stared.