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Legolas of Mirkwood ([personal profile] findsthesun) wrote2009-07-09 09:56 am

Practice! With Wellard

A young Elf*, dressed in sturdy green and brown cloth and soft leather shoes, walks into the bar.

It can, perhaps, be forgive if his first reaction is wariness and his hand flicks towards the white handled knife at his belt.

Then he laughs.

"A tavern of Men, in the middle of the forest? I have not heard tell of this."

*see (here) for description of Elves, and Legolas in particular.

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-13 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"As we've been very pleased with the name so far, I think it will have to continue to do." He grins-

Legolas' amusement is a bit catching, to say the least.

"Now then, given that most people either have a similar reaction to the Windows, or they have their own reasons for being distraught and out-of-sorts when they arrive here, there is a long tradition of the first drink being on the house. If you'd care for anything?"

There is a wait rat waiting with long-suffering patience near by- and the waiting is only because Ivan likes Wellard better than other patrons he can name.

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-16 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
The look Ivan gives Legolas is incredulous, to say the least.

Wellard, who may be eying Ivan with a bit of amusement, nods at Legolas. "They have any sort of drink or food here you'd want or can even imagine- and quite a few you wouldn't."

Either wouldn't want, or wouldn't imagine of.

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-17 05:33 am (UTC)(link)
And here Ivan thought Legolas was going to ask for something hard. He turns on his heels and scurries off.

Wellard continues to look on with amusement-

Before looking back at Legolas, and quickly shaking his head.

"I- I mean no offense by it, and I do thank you for your offer. But I rather prefer not to drink."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-17 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
He motions over to a table, complete with a couple books, paper, pen, and (we can never forget) a cup of tea.

"I had been working on a few things before you arrived- though usually, the idea of doing any sort of work down here leaves one open to interruptions and distractions."

Meaning, he would have stayed up in his room had he not been open to the idea if interruptions and distractions.

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-17 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I am one of the people who've made a home here. There are quite few, who stay here for one reason or another. There are rooms upstairs for rent, and the food here is better than a lot I've come across." Wellard takes his own seat, and starts stacking up the papers to make more room on the table.

"Usually its due to... some sort of complications in their own world, or if they can return to it or not. Others prefer this place, with both its benefits and dangers."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-17 07:17 am (UTC)(link)
Wellard bites his lip, thinking for a moment, before looking back up to Legolas.

"Some people find their way here, and the door locks behind them. Not for always, but for a time. Others, here- Well."

He taps his fingers on the table top.

"For them, the door to this place is found between life and... whatever afterlife they were headed to, be it heaven, hell, or any others that I've heard of from people here. They are just as alive as any can tell, but if and whenever they leave, the way out through the door continues on to where every they were headed, after they died."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-17 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Time moves differently between here and there." 'There' being Legolas' home, Wellard's home, and any other world to speak of.

He gestures at the front door. "Either time freezes out there while you're in here, so you return exactly when you left, or it moves so slowly as to make nearly no difference." A quiet chuckle, and Wellard flashes a grin.

"There are some people who come here to take advantage of it, even. To finish work or research when they wouldn't have time at home otherwise."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-19 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
"Thankfully I've always loved reading and learning, or else I do believe I would have found myself bored to tears many times, here." He chuckles quietly, then motions to the papers.

"I am planning out provisioning for a ship, though this is new. Before, I was learning on how to design and build a ship, which I then did, when it was summer outside and the weather cooperated."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-19 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
As if Ivan had a hand in timing, this is now when the wait rat shows up, with the Dorwinion for Legolas and a refill of Wellard's tea. And because the rat at least does know the appetites of young human men, there is a plate of bread, cheese and fruit as well- And Wellard is more than happy to share it with Legolas.

Of course, this all serves nicely to postpone his reply for a few moments.

"The sky."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"The sea is only part of the world- and a flying ship isn't limited to just the ocean. Or limited to... anywhere." He waves a hand in the air, grinning.

"Even if we do have to be careful as to what people see her- but there are plenty of places in the world for us to go to."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
"... How do you mean, Mister Legolas?" Wellard looks at him, puzzled.

"I wouldn't think they'd be much more of a worry than the gulls and seahawks and other birds were, with a regular sailing ship."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Wellard blinks, staring at Legolas, and slowly shakes his head.

"... Albatrosses have... maybe a ten or fifteen foot wingspan, and they're the largest birds I've ever heard of. Even the seahawks don't get that big."

[identity profile] politestpirate.livejournal.com 2009-07-20 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"... I would hope not. That would be something more like what a dragon would do, if such things exist in your world. They... They officially do not, in mine." He shakes his head, and finally takes a sip of his tea.

"There are stories, occasionally. Myths and fairy tales. But nothing that I can recall about giant eagles."