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Legolas Greenleaf
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Legolas Greenleaf - Complete
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--General--
Name: Legolas Greenleaf
Age: At Least 5oo Years
Blood: Elf
Pets: Horse [-----]

--Appearance--
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
General: Oh. Em. Gee. Uhm. *points to siggy*
Picture: http://img.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/020110/1010703404__lotrbop_l.jpg
^-^ Legolas is coming for you. Dun dun dun.

--Personality--
Strengths: Archery, Skateboarding [xD] and uhm, being a Prince.
Weaknesses: Love and standing up to his father
5 words that describe your characters personality: Clever, Kind, Compassionate, Temperamental, Acting-Before-Thinking

--History--
Place of Birth: Mirkwood
Nationality: Sinda [singular of Sindar]
Languages: Elvish, Sindarin, The Tongue of Men, and Black Speech
Parents: King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm
Siblings: None
Other Family Members: None
History: Legolas is the son of King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm of Northern Mirkwood; his father rules over the Silvan Elves who dwell there. Although he lived among them, was exposed to their culture, and it is inferred that he considered himself one of them, Legolas was strictly not one of the Silvan Elves (Wood-Elves). His father Thranduil had originally come from Doriath; he and his son were actually Sindar ("Grey Elves", "Sindarin" is their language). A small minority of Sindar ruled the predominantly Silvan Woodland Realm, a minority which Thranduil headed. The Sindarin minority in that realm, who should have been more noble and wise than the Silvan Elves, can be seen as having "gone native" at the end of the First Age: after Morgoth was defeated and all of the grand Elf-kingdoms of Beleriand were destroyed, they can be seen as going back to "a simpler time" in their culture. The realm of Lothlórien is similar to the Woodland Realm in that a community of Silvan Elves is ruled by non-Silvan ones, such as Galadriel and Celeborn.

Legolas is older than Aragorn and Gimli, who are, according to their birthdates in the Appendices, 87 and 139 respectively at the time of the War of the Ring; he even calls them "children". Logically, as a retcon he could quite conceivably have been present in his father's halls at the time, and thus may have even fought at Erebor.

He is introduced in at the council of Elrond of Rivendell, where he comes as a messenger from his father to discuss the escape of Gollum from their guard. Legolas is chosen or volunteers to be one of the members of the Fellowship that sets out to destroy the One Ring. He accompanies the others in their travels from Rivendell to Amon Hen.

When the Fellowship is snowed down while crossing Caradhras, he scouts ahead to find the Sun, while Aragorn and Boromir drive a path through the snow. Unlike them, he is little affected by the blowing winds and snow; he does not even wear boots, only light shoes, and his feet scarcely make imprints on the snow.

After their attempt to cross Caradhras is foiled, their leader Gandalf takes them on an underground journey through Moria, an ancient Dwarf-kingdom, though some (including Legolas) do not wish to go there. Before they reach Moria, however, Legolas helps fend off an attack of Sauron's wolves in Hollin. Once in Moria, he helps fight off the Orcs whom they encounter there, and recognizes Durin's Bane as a Balrog of Morgoth.

After Gandalf is lost while facing the Balrog, Aragorn takes charge of the Fellowship and leads them to the Elven realm of Lothlórien, the Golden Wood. Legolas serves as the initial spokesperson for the company, speaking with the inhabitants, the Galadhrim, whom he considers close kin.

Within the Fellowship, there is friction between Legolas and the Dwarf Gimli, because of the ancient quarrel between Elves and Dwarves after the destruction of Doriath in the First Age, and also because his father, Thranduil, once threw Gimli's father, Glóin, in prison. Legolas and Gimli become friends, however, when Gimli greets the Elven Queen Galadriel with gentle words.

They take leave of Lothlórien, but not before receiving several gifts. There, he receives a new longbow from the Galadhrim, along with the other gifts that Galadriel and Celeborn give him and the rest of the Fellowship, such as special cloaks and lembas. Legolas later receives a warning from Galadriel (through Gandalf, who returns from death), which he interprets as a sign of his impending death:

"Legolas Greenleaf long under tree
In joy thou hast lived. Beware of the Sea!
If thou hearest the cry of the gull on the shore,
Thy heart shall rest in the forest no more."

While the Fellowship is travelling over the River Anduin, he shoots down a nearby fell beast with one shot. After Boromir is killed and Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took are captured by Orcs, he, Aragorn and Gimli set forth in pursuit of the two (Frodo Baggins, the Ring-bearer, and his friend Samwise Gamgee had gone ahead on the road to Mordor). They meet the revived Gandalf and the Rohirrim, fight in the Battle of the Hornburg, and witness Saruman's downfall at Isengard, where they are reunited with the two abducted hobbits. In the Battle of the Hornburg, he and Gimli engage in an Orc-slaying contest (Gimli wins by one, killing 42 to Legolas's 41, but the real result is stronger mutual respect).

Later, he and Gimli accompany Aragorn on the Paths of the Dead, along with the Grey Company. After Aragorn summons the Dead Men of Dunharrow to fight for him, he watches them scare away the Corsairs of Umbar from their ships at Pelargir. Galadriel's prophecy comes true; as Legolas hears the cries of seagulls, he begins to experience the Sea-longing — the desire to sail west to Valinor, the Blessed Realm, which was latent among the Eldar. He fights in the Battles of the Pelennor Fields and the Morannon, and watches as Sauron is defeated and Barad-dûr collapses.

After the destruction of the One Ring, he stays in Minas Tirith for some time, as Aragorn is crowned King of the Reunited Kingdom as King Elessar and marries his love Arwen. Later, Legolas and Gimli go off travelling together through Fangorn Forest. Eventually, Legolas comes to Ithilien with some of his people, with his father's leave, to live out his remaining time in Middle-earth helping to restore the devastated forests of that war-ravaged land. He founds an Elf-colony in the fair forest of Ithilien in Gondor and becomes its lord.

It is told in the Red Book of Westmarch (first written by Bilbo Baggins, continued by Frodo Baggins and supposedly finished by Samwise Gamgee) that after Aragorn's death in Fourth Age 120, Legolas builds a grey ship in Ithilien, and leaves Middle-earth to go over the Sea to Valinor and Gimli the Dwarf goes with him.

--Other--
What side is he/she fighting for?: The Light
What is he/she?: Elf
Sample Role-Play: [As Draco Malfoy; Muaha For Evil]

A drop of water landed on the face of a pale boy, laying in a large, green bed. He looked almost sickly, as the droplet strolled down his face, leaving a streak behind. Another tear-shaped drop followed. And another. Finally feeling the raindrops rolling down his face, clouded grey eyes opened. The room seemed blurry at first, and the boy seemed to be suffering from amnesia. He couldn't remember anything about the previous night, except that he had been fighting people. Many people, with masks and dark cloaks. And then his father put a curse on him. The memory of the night stopped there, though probably to his own advantage. Gathering the energy to sit up in his bed, long blonde hair fell to the sides of his face. Someone had set him in his bed last night. And kissed him good-night. But the image of the person wasn't clear, in his mind.

Sitting up in the large bed, he seemed to have drowned in the emerald and ivory comforter. Untangling himself, he closed his eyes for a moment, and reopened them. Nothing, still blurred. A throbbing pain seemed to come from his left wrist. The sleeve of his black cloak, tattered from the night before, covered the near ghostwhite hand. Gently pulling the sleeve back, he saw one thing: a tattoo of the sort, engraved deep into his skin, burning the flesh. That was what happened. The memory of the previous night slowly came back to him. His father shot a curse at him, and then, he'd gotten the Dark Mark. By force, no doubt. The Mark still gave him searing pain, though he managed to get out of bed with the carved mark and all.

Rising from the bed, he found himself in last night's attire: blue torn jeans, a white wife-beater, and his now tattered black cloak. Approaching his window, grey met grey as his eyes locked with the clouds. Rain was coming, slowly but steadily. Closing the window he had left open, or rather, someone else had left open, he wandered back to the entrance bit of his room. A mirror gilded with jewels sat above his dresser, that his father had placed when they originally redid the twins' rooms. Looking at his reflection, he realized how disheveled he looked. His blonde hair, normally without the stray hair, was messier than normal. His attire looked as if it had been mangled by a beast, though the boy hadn't been.

Letting out a deep sigh, he returned to the door of his room, wondering if it was locked as usual. Touching the knob, he turned it right and left, and pulled toward him. It wasn't locked. To him, that meant one thing. His mother had been the one that put him to bed. His father would've locked him in if he had put the boy in bed. The manner in which he remembered falling asleep made sense now, as he had awaken with no new bruises and scars. Beginning to climb down the spiralling staircase, still experiencing pain from his wrist, the tall boy spent a few minutes re-coordinating himself, as he made it to the bottom of the stairs.

Making sure no one was coming, he crossed the long hall quietly, to his sister's tower, in the hope that she would be alright. After he was cursed, he remembered naught of the night, and so, had to check on her. She had probably been through more pain than he had been... if she had the same father. And she did, so it was clear. The slimy git they'd called father betrayed them in more ways then one, but this had to be the top of the line, #1 worst possible thing that you could ever do to your child.

Setting a hand on the wall, he guided himself along more stairs, until he reached the oak door that opened to his sister's room. Turning the doorknob, he quietly entered the room. She was asleep, just like he had been. A small candle sat in the candleholder on her bed sidetable. The one he had brought up the previous evening, when he had visited her. The flame had diminished, either by chance, or by a swift breath from his mother. Looking around, the rest of her room seemed undisturbed, except for the open window. It wasn't drizzling here, though, so he left the window be. Gazing at his sister, he sat down in the window seat, before shifting his attention and looking out over the foggy moor that lay in front of the Malfoy Manor. His sister had the best view. She could see anyone and anything that came in and out of the Manor, so she always had the head's up. The moor was still dark, meaning that this turn of events would not be over, yet.

Anything Else?: Nopers. =]
'Special' Word: -adminedit-

(Bits and pieces taken from Hogwarts Future)

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