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It was difficult to determine his date of birth with the shift in calendar from Middle Earth to the Nexus and, furthermore, Legolas had been alive for so long that the years had all become something of a blur. Still, this was the time of year that he usually celebrated his birthday and it felt wrong to let the occasion go without even a passing mention.
Birthdays among elves were normally quiet affairs. Unlike the hobbits who loved to give lavish parties and bestow gifts upon their friends and families and unlike humans who lavished the celebrant with their own gifts, elves used their days of birth to reflect upon the world and how much had changed in it over the long years they had been alive. The older an elf was, the harder it was for he or she to remember what it was like when the world was young and the forced contemplation on a birthday was a good reminder.
When Legolas had left Middle-Earth, it was in the autumn of the world. The world was changing, swiftly, and the age of elves was ending to make way for the age of men. He had left the relative isolation of Mirkwood and embarked on a grand journey with the company of nine, only to get separated at Amon Hen and cast his lot with Gimli and Aragorn. They fought for Gondor and for all men, seeking to end Sauron's reign of terror, and Legolas did not know if they were yet successful - all hinged on the will and heart of a hobbit and his ability to bear the ring.
Not knowing the outcome of the war was something that disturbed him but Legolas had, as of yet, been unable to return to the battlefield. The few times he had made it into Middle-Earth, it was a younger Middle-Earth and the world seemed less troubled. The leaves shone with spring green and not the autumn he knew was the harbinger of war.
So today, he had decided to set up a target in the gardens and loose his arrows into it, wanting to hone his skills even if he could no longer go home and fight for his people and all the peoples of Middle Earth. When he heard the soft footsteps of someone behind him, he did not turn and, instead, merely spoke softly and evenly.
"It is impossible to startle an elf, even one who is far from home. Careful that you do not wander into the path of the arrow, please?"
Birthdays among elves were normally quiet affairs. Unlike the hobbits who loved to give lavish parties and bestow gifts upon their friends and families and unlike humans who lavished the celebrant with their own gifts, elves used their days of birth to reflect upon the world and how much had changed in it over the long years they had been alive. The older an elf was, the harder it was for he or she to remember what it was like when the world was young and the forced contemplation on a birthday was a good reminder.
When Legolas had left Middle-Earth, it was in the autumn of the world. The world was changing, swiftly, and the age of elves was ending to make way for the age of men. He had left the relative isolation of Mirkwood and embarked on a grand journey with the company of nine, only to get separated at Amon Hen and cast his lot with Gimli and Aragorn. They fought for Gondor and for all men, seeking to end Sauron's reign of terror, and Legolas did not know if they were yet successful - all hinged on the will and heart of a hobbit and his ability to bear the ring.
Not knowing the outcome of the war was something that disturbed him but Legolas had, as of yet, been unable to return to the battlefield. The few times he had made it into Middle-Earth, it was a younger Middle-Earth and the world seemed less troubled. The leaves shone with spring green and not the autumn he knew was the harbinger of war.
So today, he had decided to set up a target in the gardens and loose his arrows into it, wanting to hone his skills even if he could no longer go home and fight for his people and all the peoples of Middle Earth. When he heard the soft footsteps of someone behind him, he did not turn and, instead, merely spoke softly and evenly.
"It is impossible to startle an elf, even one who is far from home. Careful that you do not wander into the path of the arrow, please?"
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He had not meant to creep; rather he was always somewhat silent of step, though perhaps it was a touch heavier, now, that the Tesseract weighed upon him. "I'll do my best," he said, his voice soft and mostly flat, but with a tint of humour existing in it. Even if he was foolish enough to wander in the way, he was not quite certain an arrow would harm him terribly, even though he wore no armour just then - clad mostly in the wools and soft leather he had taken to wearing when he was at the Nexus for a rest.
"You are no elf of my realm nor any other realm I know," he mused, circling into sight from behind. He stood a few feet away from the elf, respectfully out of the way of the targets.
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"I am an elf of Mirkwood, in Middle-Earth," Legolas explained, nocking another arrow and letting it fly. There was a bit of a breeze today and without compensating for it, his aim was not as true as he wished it to be. He would have to be more careful in his next shot.
"What sort of elves do you have in your realm, then?"
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"None in my realm, particularly," he said. "Unless they are travelers. But many kinds, all across the worlds we are connected to. Light elves, bright elves. Dark elves, too, though they were said to have perished long before my birth." He said the last sentence with a twist of his mouth. "Then again, I do think that is yet another lie of my father's house."
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"I have never encountered a dark elf," Legolas said, letting his arrow fly true and, now with compensation for the wind, it hit its mark. "All the elves of Middle Earth are bright and beautiful save for one, though he is no longer an elf. He is something twisted and evil now and cannot be considered anything living."
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He watched the arrow fly, finding it to be a beautiful thing to look at, for the moment. There was something so elegant in the savage simplicity of a weapon well-handled. "Who taught you how to shoot?" He asked. "I can imagine you have had many years of practice." Unless, of course, elves of Middle-Earth did not have so lengthy a lifespan as those Loki knew of.
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Arrogance, in and of itself, wasn't a bad thing but Legolas knew it could eventually lead to madness like that of his father and sought to keep it in check as best he could.
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"I am Loki," he said. "What are you called?"
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There were things left undone in Middle Earth that Legolas desperately wanted to get back to. He needed to aid his brethren and the Men of Gondor in battle.
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"I have lived a long time. Sometimes it puts me far into the past and I have not yet been able to get it to take me back to the battle I left behind when I came here originally. I will have to keep trying and see if there is some trick to it."
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"I fear it is simply a magic that is beyond my ken and it will take more attempts to decipher the nature of it."
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"I will always desire to protect Middle Earth," Legolas said softly. "I will always want to fight for elves and men and dwarves and defeat the dark. It is not an easy path but good things are never easy. Not in my experience."
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"Oh? An elf like me or have you met someone else?" Legolas thought he would know if another of elvenkind had entered through the doors but perhaps he had simply not paid enough attention to the comings and goings through the door.
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His father, for example, had been very, very interesting. Legolas was not in the least bit interested in following in his footsteps.