EVENT: SPACE PIRATES ▒ OXYGEN GARDENS

[ataraxites]

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens
WARNINGS: Camping.
SUMMARY: Hanging out in camp, discussing pirates, etc.
NOTES: Open to all!

Camping may not be an expected activity on a spaceship, but the gardens are large and have clear, grassy areas for people to gather together. You can help set up tents, inventory supplies or guard the perimeter — just keep an eye out for any strange faces trying to sneak in...

Comments

[tofindthesun]

It.. feels safe within this spell circle. Unsurprising, since he has always felt safe within it his entire life, yet it still feels strange to feel so secure in a place like this after the past few months. But at the same time, he knows (or rather, has witnessed) how much effort it takes to cast a spell like this, and especially of this magnitude.

So when Legolas finally finds his father napping, he slips off to bring back a handful of fruits for when Thranduil happens to wake. At any other time he might sit next to his father and wait it out (for no reason in particular, other than.. simply because he can), but while he isn't in any rush, there are things to do and many more people to look after now. As much as he'd like to do otherwise, his father is only one of those many.

[elvenking]

He sees the hand setting the fruit down and, still in his dream, reaches out to snatch the unexpected wrist in an iron grip.

[tofindthesun]

He stills at first, tenses and nearly jerks away out of instinct, until he realizes that Thranduil isn't awake yet (and he probably hasn't done anything wrong to warrant this reaction). The food he lets go and moves to sit down, if only in case his father decides not to let go any time soon.

For a moment he debates prying the hand off.. but settles for resting his own hand over Thranduil's instead, not wanting to do anything that might force him awake.

[elvenking]

Bright eyes blink once, twice, then a little clarity returns to them. He stares for a moment at the wrist clenched in his hand. The tension in his shoulders eases and his grip softens, thumb briefly smoothing over the area where his fingernails sank in. He releases Legolas and peers into his face.

[tofindthesun]

A gentle grip is given to the hand around his wrist, briefly, before he lets go, flickering a small smile on his face and in his eyes. He's tired, has been since the first few months here, less from lack of rest and more from just the situation they're in. Too many Men, not enough Elves.

"My apologies if I woke you, father. I had not meant to, for how tired you must be." He speaks softly as Elves do, and for some semblance of privacy. Idly, he picks up the fallen fruit and arranges a neat pile between them, then takes one off the top to hold out. There's only a bit of worry, though more for his father and less for the people the spell is protecting.

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[elvenking]

At first the Elvenking appears strangely old, as if he has been stretched like a rubber band over the many years of his life.

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[elvenking]

Then, a smile touches his lips as he watches his son, his head dropping back to rest against the trunk of the tree. The years fall from him in an instant.

"I am less tired now. I can eat." He reaches for the offered fruit, more because of the worry on Legolas' face than because he is hungry.

[tofindthesun]

While he has never forgotten how old his father is (..because he's never actually known exactly how old his father is), it's still unnerving to be reminded of it. And it's reliving to see it fall away, as if it was never there. Mildly relieving.

"Will you?" Mother isn't here to heckle them, and Thranduil won't heckle himself. Legolas isn't heckling, though. "When you need to."

He's just.. nudging. With a mildly mollified smile and a pile of fruit that Thranduil clearly would not eat all of in a single sitting.

[elvenking]

"I will if you will." Thranduil bites into the plum, his eyes never leaving his son.

[tofindthesun]

"I have already." He hasn't. But, assured now that his father is eating, he picks up an apricot and sets about cutting slices from it with his knife.

[elvenking]

A raised eyebrow as Legolas eats despite having "already eaten." But he says nothing, since Legolas is eating now. Thranduil sits back against the tree and allows his eyes to fall to the grass as he chews thoughtfully.

Once Legolas has eaten most of the apricot, he speaks again. "Jim Kirk and I have collaborated on a mission. I would like you to take part in the scouting party to find the Scylla."

[tofindthesun]

A little more food never hurts. It's just one apricot. He'll have more to eat later, when he's out of sight.

He looks up when Thranduil speaks again. The first thing that goes through his mind is but I have duties in the gardens, which is quickly and quite thoroughly swamped by the instinctive and immediate-- "Yes, of course. When?"

[elvenking]

"Soon. I will tell you when there is more to tell."

[tofindthesun]

"As usual?" A flicker of a smile.

[elvenking]

"As always. Once we have them found, we can trap them like rats. Then, they may be more willing to consider negotiations."

[tofindthesun]

Rats. That's a very nice image.

"I will wait for your word, then. I take it there will be others involved as well?"

[elvenking]

"Quite a few others. Kirk and I are both gathering them."

[tofindthesun]

Nods, briefly.

"I hope both of your choices can cooperate with one another. Or learn to, at any rate."

[elvenking]

"Trust us a little, Legolas."

[tofindthesun]

"I trust you very much, father." He's not laughing no. Surely he's trying not to laugh. "Is there anything else we must speak of?"

[elvenking]

"You are free to do as you like, of course. So long as you're eating while you do it."

[tofindthesun]

He makes an indignant sound, but rises anyway to give Thranduil a quick hug before skedaddling off with the apple.