Bonfires (Open to all!)

[LEGOLAS THRANDUILION]

The sun was setting; it was just another evening on Weeping Island. Every day was exactly the last. No one had jobs -- though some people had unofficially assigned tasks -- and no one really had a purpose anymore. The days were usually only set apart by the people who appeared. There was little sign that the influx of new islanders would ever stop; Legolas had been here for three long weeks now and every day he saw new arrivals.

Some of them came in fighting -- like Johanna. Some of them came peacefully -- like himself. Many of them refused to accept the possibility that they had been pulled out of their universe, many of them took the news quietly, and many of them started sobbing as soon as their position was explained to him. The elf was beginning to think that someone had named this place 'Weeping Island' for reasons other than the weeping willows that grew all around.

But there was little that could keep the king's spirits down. The day had sunny and warm, the sky clear, the weather perfect, and the flowers in bloom. Now, the night was fair, and the sunset was rosy. That was all he could ask for anymore, since Legolas had learned quickly that pining over home would do nothing to change reality. He had adjusted well enough to the fact that he was surrounded by people and cultures that he could never have dreamed existed. People were having more trouble adjusting to him than he to them.

Tonight was a special night. Apparently, someone had planned a bonfire on the beach in celebration of something or other; no one really cared what. Legolas was more than happy to go, since it had been a very long time since he had sat with friends in front of a fire, and it brought back good memories that sometimes got washed away. There were a few people that he hoped he'd see, like Johanna -- though the Valar knew she drove him mad -- and a few that he hoped he would not see, like Dark Alessa. He also hoped he'd get to meet some others.

Legolas wasn't the most social of people, of course. It came with his species and upbringing: as the son of a king and as an Elf, he was not taught how to bond easily with people like Men of Middle Earth were. This whole concept of modern familiarity was as alien to him as he was to everyone else -- not to mention the fact that he still got a shock every time he saw someone walking around half-naked in their 'modern' outfits. However, all this aside, he really did like talking to some of the island's residents, if only because he was curious about their lives. Legolas had always had a reputation for asking questions back in Thranduil's court.

Approaching the bonfire, which had already been set ablaze like the beacons of Minas Tirith, the Elf tugged a little at his tunic, making sure it was perfect, then found somewhere to stand a little ways away from the flame. Legolas never looked at it directly, and if anyone had asked why, he would have replied that his sensitive eyes did not like the bright light. However, there was a second reason: flames like that called up memories that demanded reflection. He didn't look at the flame because, when he thought, he had the tendency to watch the sky instead. Most of them were good memories, and for that Legolas was thankful, but there were bound to be some bad ones.

Thus engaged, the Elf didn't find it necessary to approach anyone in particular for a little while. There were some others there, too, talking and laughing. After a while, Legolas walked over to one of the logs serving as makeshift benches, where someone was sitting. There weren't many other spots, though, so he said politely, "Might I sit here?" The shadows were such that he couldn't tell whether his new companion was a man or a woman from behind, where he stood.

^{NOTES : sorry, bit long, but join pleaaassseee
LYRICS USED : use somebody -- kings of leon
LISTENING TO : tonight tonight by hot chelle rae
TAGGED : everyone who wants to!
CREDIT : zomg ! its rora ! of caution 2.0}

[SOOKIE STACKHOUSE]

This was a never ending hell. People,and creatures just like Sookie had been pulled from their homes for no damned reason,left on the island . It felt as if they had been dropped off on the island of Lost toys, seeing as everyone was so different in their own way. To some ,this escape might have been an adventure or a pause from their real life,but know one knows if their ever returning,no one knows if there ever leaving. More and more people come every day ,which helped keep trace of the days more or less,but eventually people are going to start cracking. It wasn`t a visible hostage situation but Stockholm Syndrome might start kicking turning people against one another until chaos erupts. Sookie hoped that all of this would end long before it would come to such a dramatic and dangers incline.

Peace and quiet was never on the blondes mind. Everything still felt so alien,so wrong to her. Sookie ,since her arrival on this so called ‘Weeping Island’, has never relaxed,not fully. Sookie always had the oddest feeling of someone watching her over her shoulder,not in the creepy way Eric use to do it,worse. Their was obviously a higher power pulling them in and Sookie was doing everything possible to stay out of it. She wanted to go back to Bon Temps,and messing with whatever god like being on the island wasn`t going to help achieve that.

But maybe tonight would help sooth this ache in her heart. A bonfire on the beach was nothing special nor could Sookie remember why there was one,but when she ever went on a little camping trip with Jason or Tara,where they would jump into the river but forget their towels back at camp,a warm fire would ease their cold, wet bodies and always bring back a homely feeling to their hearts. Thats exactly what Sookie was hoping for,but it wasn`t with Jason or Tara,but lost souls like herself,urning to go back to where they came from, but all each of them have no is memories ,a drive to return home and each other.

Friends aren`t exactly Sookie had a whole lot of back home,but she had even less here. Sookie didn`t trust a lot of people here,some people she couldn`t even read their minds,somehow that wasn`t as calming as with Bill or Eric. Mind reading calmed her now a days,keeping her sane,but that one individual with a wall in their head,started chipping away at Sookies sanity. And so was this fire. She didn`t bother approaching with caution ,knowing only those that missed home would probably arrive,not threats there,or so she hopped. Jean sorts and a simple floral print tight fitted tang top was her outfit of choice, finding some cloths in one of the shops that made her feel like back down south. With her flip flops slightly flipping up the sand,Sookies hairs on the back of her neck stood up as the warms of the flames just kissed her skin. The fires reach extended far,but in the comforting way, maybe this was a good idea.

Taking a seat ,sort of isolated from the others,but near the vast bonfire,Sookie let her gaze drift from person to person,to the fire and then up at the sky.As many people as their were, Sookie felt more emerged in her own thoughts more then ever.Letting her blue eyes wander among the stairs before being pulled back down to earth by an unfamiliar voice.”Why of course.” Sookie replied,in her sweet southern style,before turning her head of blonde curls to look up at the man. A very well ket ,pointy eared man. But Sookie was`t judging ,she was after all a god damned faerie..

[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[BUFFY SUMMERS]

OOC: Hope you guys don't mind if I join

Buffy had felt empty ever since ending up on this island. It reminded her of the feeling she had had when she was first brought back to the dead a few years ago by her friends. She had felt so lost; like she no longer belonged with the living. It was the same feeling now: a sort of numbness. She didn't belong on this island with all of these strangers, it just didn't seem right.

She had heard about the bonfire tonight and, reluctantly, had decided to go. She knew that she needed to make friends here; who knew how long she would be here.

As Buffy walked up to the bonfire she found herself hesitating. Sure, friends were something that she would need on a place like this but how could she really be friends with these people? None of them knew who she really was and it wasn't as though she could tell her. She was secret identity girl, again, and, somehow, that felt even worse than the lost feeling. She knew no one and they couldn't really know her, either. Even if there weren't vampires on this island, at least that she knew of, she was still the vampire slayer. And that meant keeping her true identity hidden to protect herself and everyone else.

Still, Buffy knew she had to be friendly. So she took a deep breath, let it out and walked up to the people sitting around the fire.

She put on a brave face and cleared her throat as she walked up to a figure sitting down. "Mind if I join you?" She asked.

[LEGOLAS THRANDUILION]

A sweet, feminine voice replied to his question, giving him permission to sit down. He nodded at her, saying, "My thanks." Legolas sat smoothly, his posture perfect, perching on the edge of the log in order to maintain a little distance between him and his companion. That was another thing that the humans on this island did: they touched each other constantly. Everywhere he looked, there was someone hugging a friend or holding hands or leaning on someone's shoulder; thankfully, no one had tried it with him. He was an Elf and a king and he liked his personal space.

The fire was more enjoyable here, since the warmth of the flame barely reached where he had stood before. For some people, it might have even been too hot right near the edge, but Legolas barely even noticed it. One of the abilities that came with being an Elf was the fact that temperature barely affected him -- he could walk in snow with only a thin tunic and leggings on and still not be cold. Likewise, he could have stood right up to the edge of the bonfire and not find it too hot to bear. The Elf could still be burned, though, and could still get frostbite; he just had a higher tolerance.

Out of the corner of his eye, the king watched to see how his new companion reacted to his arrival -- or, more precisely, how she reacted to the fact that he wasn't human. Legolas knew he could pass for a Man if he tried: all he had to do was let his hair down enough to cover his pointed ears and disguise his otherworldly appearance. However, he saw no point in that. He had never hidden who he was and he intended to keep it that way. Surprisingly, she didn't say or do anything at all, not even raise her eyebrows. A small smile tugged at one side of his mouth as Legolas realized that she was probably one of those who came from a world where Elves and the like weren't all that uncommon at all.

Legolas leaned forward a little, resting his hands on his knees as he moved closer to the fire. It was strange for him to be at such a social occasion but have no one to speak to; it was times like this that made him wish that he was not the only one from Middle Earth that had been brought to Weeping Island. There were things that no one could understand unless they had actually seen or experienced them -- like the War of the Ring and the beauty of Lórien and the realms of the Sylvan Elves? How many times had he danced until dawn by the light of an Elvish fire back in his forest home? No one else could know what that was like.

If this was Middle Earth, not much would be different. They would be in a forest instead of by the sea, and there would be no Men for miles around, but the dynamic was the same. People talked and laughed and sang and told stories. The beautiful Falathiel would call for silence and Silivrentoniel would stand beside her, then, together, the twins would sing one of the long poems about the ancient Valar and the creation of the world. Times like that were the best; they were what he missed most. Legolas had already lost all of his friends, being the only surviving member of the Fellowship, and had almost faded away into death because of it. The fires and the family that they brought together put off that eventuality.

"Mind if I join you?" asked another female voice. Legolas, who was caught up in his own thoughts, turned to face the speaker, expecting to see Falathiel there, and was a little disappointed when she proved to be human. Moving to the side a little to make room for her, he waved a hand, saying, "If you wish." While he could speak English -- what the humans called their language -- since arriving on the island, Legolas still had an accent. It made his words sing-song and his vowels a little weird -- i's were more like hard e's, a's were soft, and o's were long and looping. It was just another reminder to everyone around him that he wasn't human. Again, Legolas watched the woman for a reaction, part of him hoping for her to be shocked or disbelieving so he would have something to talk about.

^{NOTES : of course not! the more, the merrier!
LYRICS USED : use somebody -- kings of leon
LISTENING TO : tonight tonight by hot chelle rae
TAGGED : sookie, buffy, and anyone else ^^
CREDIT : zomg ! its rora ! of caution 2.0}

[BUFFY SUMMERS]

Buffy sat down wordlessly but she couldn't help but notice the man's speech. He was almost from another time, not that Buffy was entirely surprised. At this point she would find it more surprising for someone from her era to actually show up on the island.

Still, she couldn't help but take a good look at the man before her. He was definitely weird. Not in a way that screamed vampire, more in a way that said he obviously wasn't from where she was from. With the white-blonde, long hair and the way he spoke Buffy could tell that he was from another land, possibly even another time. This conclusion left her with more questions than answers. So, instead of sitting quietly and observing everyone around her Buffy decided to speak up.

"Hi, I'm Buffy," She said. "Who are you exactly? I definitely think I would have noticed you if I had seen you around before."

Buffy smiled briefly as she spoke but it was getting harder and harder to pretend to be happy. She needed something even if it was just a vampire to stake. Something that told her that she was still Buffy. Without her friends and without demons and vampires to fight, Buffy felt so incredibly lost. Just the same, she figured that talking to whoever this strange man was could help her feel better. Buffy had never been comfortable with change but it certainly didn't look like her situation was going to reverse itself anytime soon so she felt that she should at least make the most of it.

[LEGOLAS THRANDUILION]

"Hi, I'm Buffy," She said. "Who are you exactly? I definitely think I would have noticed you if I had seen you around before."

Legolas rubbed his hands together, turning to look at the woman who had introduced herself as Buffy. It was an odd name, one entirely unlike any name you would find in Middle Earth, but he had come to expect that from these Men. His name probably sounded as odd to them as theirs did to him. And to be honest, he didn't want to learn some of their names. Coming to the island hadn't done wonders for his amiability; usually Legolas was one of the cheeriest Elves in court. He had an excellent memory for faces and got along well with most everyone, both the wild, joyful Elves native to Mirkwood and his father's more somber race.

Despite the fact that he wasn't sure about this woman, it would never be said that an Elf of Mirkwood forgot his manners. "Well met, my lady." He inclined his head slightly, respectfully. "My name is Legolas Thranduilion, of Mirkwood Forest. Beyond that, however, I cannot help you." The corners of the Elf's mouth turned down slightly.

"Several weeks ago, I could tell you who I was, but no longer." His voice became bitter. "Once someone arrives here, title, family, and friends are gone, save for a fortunate few." And for some, all those things were gone long before they ever came here. "I am just a resident of the island now, like you."

Sometimes, like now, the Elf felt his age -- all four thousand years of it. He had stayed alive through plagues, famine, peace, and wars. He had quickly learned that he would outlive all his human and dwarvish friends, and many elven ones as well. But at least when he was home, in Middle Earth, he could be certain their spirits shone down on him from above, and that the Valar protected their souls. Here, Legolas wasn't even sure if there were any gods. Certainly the Elvish gods of old Middle Earth did not reign.

Leaning forward just a bit, his eyes still trained on the fire, the Elf said, "There is no need to smile if, perchance, you do not feel like smiling." An odd expression crossed his face, somewhere between mirth and sadness. "Even a king forgets his courtly manners in a place like this. I should know." His expression was as ambiguous as ever, but the tone of his voice was a little brighter. It was clear he was jesting, however subtly.

Looking at Buffy from the corner of his eye, he hoped he was right about her sentiments. It'd be awkward if it proved otherwise. If he was right, well, Legolas could claim no feat there -- the truth was that he was wagering a guess based on what he himself felt. It was doubtful if there was one single person on the island who was truly happy; as such, there was not a single person on the island who did not force a smile every now and then.

Legolas turned his head slightly in order to see the woman more closely, half-ignoring the other human beside him. He regarded Buffy steadily, a cool curiosity in his eyes. It was hard to decide what he thought of her. She seemed strong, though not like Johanna, but friendly enough. She certainly hadn't shirked from his alien appearance. His eyes softened a little, and he asked, not unkindly, "Where and when are you from, friend? Not from my home, though I sorely wish it were so. I suppose you know no more of this place than I."

^{NOTES : posties~
LYRICS USED : use somebody -- kings of leon
LISTENING TO : tonight tonight by hot chelle rae
TAGGED : buffy and sookie and OTHERS WHO SHOULD JOIN
CREDIT : zomg ! its rora ! of caution 2.0}