ataraxion | voice. another time, another town, another everything

[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.)]

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[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.]

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

It will do you no good.

Of which City do you speak, Legolas?

[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.]

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.

[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.

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.

[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.

[ 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. ]

[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.

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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.

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?

A corsair? [ Pause. ]

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

The sparrow.

I mean the man who died on the streets that day. [hums.] He was a different man.

You did not remember me, either.

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[ OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE, LEGOLAS-- ]

I- what?

[ Look he's already paranoid about the whole book vs movie thing okay, and now this-- ]

I was there, in this City?

[#STUFF HE SHOULD HAVE SAID 16 JUMP CYCLES AGO.]

He was, for a time. [he, not you. it's been a while since legolas has considered them both the same person.] And then he was not. We hoped he had been sent home, as the rumors say. Just as we hoped you and the Lady Arwen had been.

[ He. ]

There is more than just one Aragorn son of Arathorn, then? [ He sounds... uncertain. Like he wants to be skeptical, but can't quite manage it. ]

There is the Aragorn I traveled with, the one of the City, and there is you. [...] And the Aragorn who was here when I first arrived, but that is also you.

[another pause. he may or may not be taking another drink.]

There is the Legolas who had been in the City before me, and there is myself. Maybe we are one and the same, maybe we are not. Would it not be difficult to tell the difference?

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

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.

People? Other than those that arrived?

..How did you make it better?

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.

[ . . .

Gently: ] Where are you, my friend?

No, those who arrived from elsewhere. They brought in some very nice people. The locals were mere constructs.

[So, so creepy]

We were able to take control, in the end. Build it into something that wasn't inclined to torture the inhabitants on a monthly basis.

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?

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