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entrancelogs2014-01-20 12:57 am
itisourfight) wrote in entrancelogs2014-01-20 12:57 am
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[OPEN] Myself I long for love and light,
Who: Tauriel and whoever feels like it
Where: Making her way from her room and out on the grounds, anyone can run into her on the way or out there
When: 18th
Rating: I still don't know how to rate things but nothing too terrible expected?
Summary: Tauriel sees something mighty disturbing
The Story:
It was horrifying beyond words to find herself reduced to nothing but a moving shell. A metal husk filled with hollow echoes and empty spaces. For a creature so connected with the world around her, it was a nightmare. She could still hear and see but she could not feel, and had there been so much as one person in this place whom she cared about and trusted, she might have let it show how truly terrified she was.
And then that strange contraption showed up in the room that had become hers, the room that had begun to look more and more like her own chambers in Thranduil's palace. Usually she avoided that room, but when nothing was right it was the only place that was at least somewhat familiar, and so she found herself spending more time there than she usually did. Trees held little comfort when she felt like a stranger among them, and there was nothing she could do to alter her condition or even find out how it had come to pass. So in her chamber she hid away, concealing her grief and horror.
The flickering light of the foreign object frightened her too, but she did not dare so much as even touch it. What if it would alter her body further? After hours of staring at its flickering light, Tauriel felt as if she'd almost fallen into a sort of trance. It would be wrong to call it comforting, but the numbness it created was at least in some ways preferable to the terror of being some sort of elaborate wind-up toy with a soul caught inside it screaming to get out.
And then suddenly there was an image. It was not there for long, but it did not need to be to make Tauriel feel as if her heart had stopped, even if she didn't even have one at the moment. She didn't know how she could be so sure, but somehow she knew that she had seen a glimpse of the rash young dwarf who had never been far from her thoughts since she came to this place.
She could not feel, but she could remember, and so her mind brought back with vivid clarity the way he'd reached for her hand when last she saw him.
Do you think she could've loved me?
A day passed, the sound of the rain smattering against her window filling Tauriel's head until she felt like a gong that was getting struck again and again and again. This was not her way, to remain passive in the face of adversity, but how could she attack an enemy that could not be seen? How could she defend herself from blows she did not see coming?
A day is but a blink in the life of an immortal. She could give those questions a day to turn them over in her mind. To decide on a course of action.
And then the device came to life again, and again she saw the young dwarf. He appeared to be on a battlefield, fighting for his life.
He was losing.
He was felling foe after foe, fighting as bravely as anyone she had ever seen, but she was a soldier and she knew how to read the signs of battle.
He was losing.
"No!"
Tauriel's voice was muffled, as it would have been had her head actually been located behind the metal mask that was now her face, but there was no mistaking the sound of distress in it nonetheless.
The device went dead, and Tauriel was left with nothing but the rain once more.
Suddenly, the walls of her room seemed to close in on her, and she felt that if she remained, they would crush her. She hated to move in this new body, hated the graceless shamble she was forced into by the clumsy mechanics that governed her new form, but that mattered less now. What mattered more was that she needed to get out.
The rain clouds were heavy and thick, but somehow, she would find the stars.
She got out of her seat and made her way to the door, leaving it open behind her as she left to seek out open air and starlight.
Where: Making her way from her room and out on the grounds, anyone can run into her on the way or out there
When: 18th
Rating: I still don't know how to rate things but nothing too terrible expected?
Summary: Tauriel sees something mighty disturbing
The Story:
It was horrifying beyond words to find herself reduced to nothing but a moving shell. A metal husk filled with hollow echoes and empty spaces. For a creature so connected with the world around her, it was a nightmare. She could still hear and see but she could not feel, and had there been so much as one person in this place whom she cared about and trusted, she might have let it show how truly terrified she was.
And then that strange contraption showed up in the room that had become hers, the room that had begun to look more and more like her own chambers in Thranduil's palace. Usually she avoided that room, but when nothing was right it was the only place that was at least somewhat familiar, and so she found herself spending more time there than she usually did. Trees held little comfort when she felt like a stranger among them, and there was nothing she could do to alter her condition or even find out how it had come to pass. So in her chamber she hid away, concealing her grief and horror.
The flickering light of the foreign object frightened her too, but she did not dare so much as even touch it. What if it would alter her body further? After hours of staring at its flickering light, Tauriel felt as if she'd almost fallen into a sort of trance. It would be wrong to call it comforting, but the numbness it created was at least in some ways preferable to the terror of being some sort of elaborate wind-up toy with a soul caught inside it screaming to get out.
And then suddenly there was an image. It was not there for long, but it did not need to be to make Tauriel feel as if her heart had stopped, even if she didn't even have one at the moment. She didn't know how she could be so sure, but somehow she knew that she had seen a glimpse of the rash young dwarf who had never been far from her thoughts since she came to this place.
She could not feel, but she could remember, and so her mind brought back with vivid clarity the way he'd reached for her hand when last she saw him.
Do you think she could've loved me?
A day passed, the sound of the rain smattering against her window filling Tauriel's head until she felt like a gong that was getting struck again and again and again. This was not her way, to remain passive in the face of adversity, but how could she attack an enemy that could not be seen? How could she defend herself from blows she did not see coming?
A day is but a blink in the life of an immortal. She could give those questions a day to turn them over in her mind. To decide on a course of action.
And then the device came to life again, and again she saw the young dwarf. He appeared to be on a battlefield, fighting for his life.
He was losing.
He was felling foe after foe, fighting as bravely as anyone she had ever seen, but she was a soldier and she knew how to read the signs of battle.
He was losing.
"No!"
Tauriel's voice was muffled, as it would have been had her head actually been located behind the metal mask that was now her face, but there was no mistaking the sound of distress in it nonetheless.
The device went dead, and Tauriel was left with nothing but the rain once more.
Suddenly, the walls of her room seemed to close in on her, and she felt that if she remained, they would crush her. She hated to move in this new body, hated the graceless shamble she was forced into by the clumsy mechanics that governed her new form, but that mattered less now. What mattered more was that she needed to get out.
The rain clouds were heavy and thick, but somehow, she would find the stars.
She got out of her seat and made her way to the door, leaving it open behind her as she left to seek out open air and starlight.