How's It Hangin' Bro? (set in an AU Rivendell 2500 TA)
Apr 1, 2018 10:15:38 GMT -5
Post by Elladan on Apr 1, 2018 10:15:38 GMT -5
The nod was enough. Elladan felt ripples of mirth coursing through him, spreading out from his core to his very extremities, to see how tongue-tied his trick had left Legolas. He clasped the younger elf’s hand and dragged him along, Legolas a half step behind. Dan looked over his shoulder and grinned. "It may be cold, I warn you. The pool forms from where the stream bubbles forth, from under the mountain. Don’t worry though. I’ll make sure you do not lack for warmth!"
Through the elegant passageways and down the spreading stairs of his father’s home, Dan lead his friend, encouraging him with stories of how he had stumbled upon this pool, and the few times he had returned, to swim, alone, often by moonlight. It was risky, he admitted. The chance that goblins might appear was ever present. But, he added, the thrill of being discovered added a certain pleasure to the sport. At least so he claimed. The twinkle in his sliver eyes led credence to his assertion.
It took some time to reach the pool, hidden as it was in the depths on the forests. They might have taken their horses, but it was more of an uphill clamber than it was a long distance on the flat. They did as well as if they had been mounted, or near thereto. When they reached its edges, Dan marveled once again at its level surface. No doubt an underground rift allowed the water to pass once again through the very feet of the mountain, to break forth somewhere down hill. But the fill was equal to the drain, and the pool stayed ever long the same, like a polished mirror, reflecting trees and clouds, and now the two elves.
Always careful of his possessions, Dan began to hang up the bow he had brought, along with quiver, and sword, daggers, all set out neatly and quick to hand should the need arise. His cloak he hung there as well. Then with a long, fluid movement, off came his tunic, up and over his head, so that he stood in a linen shirt with full sleeves, and of course his britches and boots. He smiled at Legolas. ”Recall that which you would want to have dry to put on, when you exit the pool, my friend. Shed that which you cannot do without. Keep only what you are willing to get wet.”
LEGOLAS
Through the elegant passageways and down the spreading stairs of his father’s home, Dan lead his friend, encouraging him with stories of how he had stumbled upon this pool, and the few times he had returned, to swim, alone, often by moonlight. It was risky, he admitted. The chance that goblins might appear was ever present. But, he added, the thrill of being discovered added a certain pleasure to the sport. At least so he claimed. The twinkle in his sliver eyes led credence to his assertion.
It took some time to reach the pool, hidden as it was in the depths on the forests. They might have taken their horses, but it was more of an uphill clamber than it was a long distance on the flat. They did as well as if they had been mounted, or near thereto. When they reached its edges, Dan marveled once again at its level surface. No doubt an underground rift allowed the water to pass once again through the very feet of the mountain, to break forth somewhere down hill. But the fill was equal to the drain, and the pool stayed ever long the same, like a polished mirror, reflecting trees and clouds, and now the two elves.
Always careful of his possessions, Dan began to hang up the bow he had brought, along with quiver, and sword, daggers, all set out neatly and quick to hand should the need arise. His cloak he hung there as well. Then with a long, fluid movement, off came his tunic, up and over his head, so that he stood in a linen shirt with full sleeves, and of course his britches and boots. He smiled at Legolas. ”Recall that which you would want to have dry to put on, when you exit the pool, my friend. Shed that which you cannot do without. Keep only what you are willing to get wet.”
LEGOLAS