voice. another time, another town, another everything

[tofindthesun]

[here's a face that doesn't show itself very often. or, well. a voice, anyway. a bit tired, like most everyone is lately. (or maybe just tipsy.) and yet somehow airy and melancholic at the same time.]

..It is more than a year since I was first brought here. At that time I was not in my home world-- I had already been taken to another place. A dying city without death, where it was only ever night. Though I was only there a short time, I have seen a man die and return a week later, impaired but alive. [more quietly:] ..My last memory of the place is of having seen my friends dead, among many others, and myself leaving before I could be sure of their safety.

[and also killing someone. but that's a bag of cats he isn't touching this time. or ever.]

I was told in the City that I had been there before, yet I have no recollection of it. There are people here that I knew in the City, from my world and not, though those here do not remember being anywhere else.

What I mean to say, is.. to ask if this is a common occurrence. If there are others besides myself who have been to other places. I have wondered what powers could take us from worlds we have already been stolen to, how such a thing happens, what it might be that decides where we go next, if we are to go at all. And-- to apologize, I guess, to those I should have told this to, if it is a thing worth apologizing for.

[a hushed breath, and a moment of silence. when he speaks again, it's a little brighter, and lighter.]

There are drinks in the second floor of the gardens. Wine and honey mead, and tea. Neither will aid much in sleeping [he tried. a lot.] but may help calm the nerves, if nothing else.

[for those wishing to talk face-to-face, there is a table set up near the lift with a pot of tea, cups, a barrel of mead, and a flask of wine. legolas himself, however, seems to prefer lying on the ground looking up at the trees instead of sitting on chairs like a normal person.

(he is definitely just tipsy.)]

Comments

permaction, i suppose

[unbraided]

[He doesn't bother with commenting, just picks up and heads to the second floor of the gardens like there's a beacon there drawing him in. And in a sense, there is. Still, it doesn't take overly long for Kili to find Legolas, sprawled out in the grass like he is and with a huff he flops down beside him.

There's no need for words just yet, though Kili does scoot up so they're more at the same level and tips his head against one shoulder, staring up into the branches as if it will reveal the secrets of the universe.

It doesn't.]

What are you looking at?

[Because clearly avoiding the problem is a great idea! But he'll get to it eventually, once he's figured out how he wants to approach the topic.]

permaction aw yiss

[tofindthesun]

[not even a sip of mead, kili? he's almost shocked.

but in a way, legolas is grateful for the different subject. sort of. tips his head back against kili, as though trying to see the same thing he's seeing.]

..The leaves. [did we mention tipsy?] They do not dance here.

[does your tipsy elvish translator work yet, kili.]

go boys go

[unbraided]

[Not yet, at least, because sad elves do not compute and Kili will forgo ale for that. For the moment. In a bit, after he makes sure Legolas is okay, he will probably roll over and join him in drinking. It cannot hurt, at least.

So Legolas leans against him, cheek against the crown of Kili's head and he smiles, just a tad, looks up at the leaves. Dancing though, what is this shit he doesn't know what leaves do in their spare time.]

I did not spend much time looking at leaves back home. [A pause, familiar sadness creeping at the back of his mind -- over leaves nonetheless. Which is to say, no, his elvish translator barely works sober, tipsy elves send it off the charts in a bad way.]

do the things kids do the things

[tofindthesun]

[kili has not been around 'real' elves long enough. woodelves are not a good representation of the very vast and very sad race that is the elves.]

That is very unfortunate. [hums. it takes a moment before he realizes (and decides to fix) the fact that kili probably doesn't know what he means by that.]

..It is a garden, I meant. Not a forest. They did not grow here. They were brought here to grow, and to die.

[he does not say like we have been.]

voice;

[longestnose]

...you might want to lay off the mead, my dear lad.

It will do you no good.

voice;

[tofindthesun]

Nor will it do me any harm, Fili.

[he's not taking another drink, just.. clinking glasses with himself. there's still some clarity in his head right now.]

If it is not drunk it will sour after the next jump. That is a tragic waste of honey and water.

voice;

[longestnose]

[He could say that Thranduil would not like to see him as such, but he was not Balin; it was not his place to say such things.]

Well then I suppose I will have to come help you drink it then, lad.

voice;

[tofindthesun]

[dad would approve. probably.

probably not. but thranduil is sleeping, so he only needs to worry about the outcome of all this. legolas will be fine by then. (he thinks.)

he laughs, soft and lightly.] I was hoping you would, Master Dwarf. Drinking alone is a terrible way to spend one's time.

[northerner]

Of which City do you speak, Legolas?

[tofindthesun]

[a pause to recall the name. even there it was little used by the. 'residents'.]

..I believe it was named Abax. Not nearly as pleasant as this ship, in some ways.

[northerner]

I'd not have called this ship pleasant. It must have been a truly terrible place you last dwelled.

[tofindthesun]

Perhaps more tolerable is a better way to put it. For all its ills the ship gives us many comforts. Food, water, beds, kitchens. A garden with false sunlight, tasks to undertake...

..It was terribly empty. Even for one who lives a simple life.

Voice

[acapriciousthing]

My partner and I were somewhere else before here. A town called Mayfield. We've found the same thing. Familiar faces with no recollection of that place.

Voice

[tofindthesun]

Was it a nice place? [..for some given value of 'nice'. he sounds more musing than anything, thoughtful but not overly curious.]

Do you ever hope one will arrive that knows the place you have been too?

Re: Voice

[acapriciousthing]

It claimed to be. It generally wasn't. We were trying to make it better when I wound up here. About the only thing it really had to recommend it was the people.

Voice

[tofindthesun]

People? Other than those that arrived?

..How did you make it better?

video; shoddy encryption

[therangerking]

[ Have... a worried look. Man, Legolas. Thranduil is coma'd and now you start thinking about these things???? ]

The man whom you killed and saw return... does he have a name? [ Aragorn has an inkling.

Like Elves, those of Numenor do not forget. ]

voice; piggybacking shoddy encryption

[tofindthesun]

Jack. [...] ..Not the corsair. My hands did not kill him.

[implying, perhaps, that he did kill someone. someone else. he's just a tad too tipsy to be properly cryptic and Not Talk About Some Stuff.]

Prosto sdyelaytye eto. [the worst elvish-accented russian ever, and he doesn't understand a lick of it. there is a quiet hum, and a short moment of silence.] ..I did not see him return.

voice; shoddily encrypted

[therangerking]

A corsair? [ Pause. ]

You mean the man with dark ink upon his skin. [ He considers this. ] He did not remember you?

voice;

[gothchicklit]

The only other place I've been is home, but I know someone that's been taken to another place before being trapped here. [ So not necessarily common, but he's not the only one to have it happen to him. ] Where were you before?

voice;

[tofindthesun]

Would you know where it was they came from?

The City I was brought to called itself Abax. I do not know if it was ever discovered where exactly the City was located, since we could not leave its vicinity.

voice;

[gothchicklit]

...off the top of my head, no, but I think it started with a P? [ That sounds right, at least. ]

Sounds like an awesome vacation. [ That's sarcasm, Legolas; don't take her seriously. ] How long were you stuck there?

permavid

[onetouch]

You don't need to apologize. I don't remember being here either.

[ for entirely different reasons, he suspected. but his first goal of this is to be reassuring, not share his own story. ]

permavoice

[tofindthesun]

I remember you being here. [--oops.] It is a strange thing to be hear and be told. Stranger still for those who knew us before we arrived.

[onetouch]

You do? [ he smiles lightly at the prospect. ] It can be-- or rather, is, strange. But it's also, nice. Knowing we have friends in an unfamiliar place.