Scene #794: Grumpy Elves and Giant Robots

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Thranduil	Thranduil and the Silvan Elves are worn out. They've been bombarded with so many strangers on top of their usual encounters with Orcs and giant Spiders that they are just at the edge of their last nerve. As such, their patrols around the borders are a bit tighter, and they are less likely to be so happy to admit strangers. Thranduil himself is patroling while riding his magnificent Elk, a trio of the kingdom's finest guards riding along with him. They're not about to let their king go out and not keep him safe, afterall.
Blurr	The Multiverse is a strange and wondrous thing, defying the physics of almost every world out there and yet some way, somehow, it exists. Ever since its conception, the Autobots have created a division within Intelligence solely for the purpose of sending recon squads to newly unified worlds to scout them out and deploy orbital surveillance probes. This would help the 'Bots determine if the planet was populated, and if so how advanced and widespread the civilization was. If it contained useful resources like and it was worth the trouble of obtaining said resources. Ideally, if the place was inhabited and safe to travel to as determined by recon teams, then the higher-ranking officers could be sent to attempt to form mutual positive relations with the natives. But, as expected, venturing into the unknown has its dangers. The recon team that had been sent here just several cycles ago had suddenly and mysteriously dropped off the grid just after entering the atmosphere, which was not unlike Earth's. And so Blurr's been sent to find them and attempt to figure what happened to them....surely whatever it was, the chances of it making -him- disappear, too are pretty low, right? Riiight. Thus, as the guards and their king are patrolling the borders, a sudden loud BOOM can be heard in the distance. Not really an explosion, there's no smoke, or fire, but...are those trees -falling- over like dominoes in a straight line?
Thranduil	It's possible that Blurr's recon team could have been attacked by a band of Orcs or spiders. But upon seeing the trees falling, the Elven scouts that had been occupying the trees and the surrounding ground begin retreating, weapons drawn as they shout in their native language. Thranduil's Elk becomes startled and takes off, separating him from his guards and the retreating scouts. "Tampa! TamPA!" he shouts as he tries to bring the large, regal Elk to a stop, but it blindly runs deeper into the dark forest.
Blurr	The line of falling trees turns and comes closer, moving toward the frightened elk. It keeps coming closer. But suddenly, it stops a short distance off...
Thranduil	When the tree nearest the Elk falls, the Elk rears back and swings to the side, throwing its passenger to the ground. Thranduil grimaces as the side of his head and his shoulders impact an older fallen log rather hard, his crown digging into his skin and drawing a bit of blood. The pristine blonde Elf takes a moment to regain the wind that had been knocked out of him and take in his surroundings. "Who is there?" He asks, starting to get up but his head is spinning. "Identify yourself!" Not even his scouts would be in this dark portion of the forest.
Blurr	You would think that something that large would be very readily visible, even in this dark part of the forest. That is, something large enough to knock trees over like matchsticks. But this time that isn't quite the case. There's a lot of foliage, and whatever was causing the disturbance is still a slight distance off. There are, however, a series of reddish-tinted lights that can be seen through the trees. They aren't torches or any other sort of fire, though, that much is obvious.
Thranduil	Thranduil's expression changes to one of shock, and despite his spinning head, he pushes himself up to at least sit on the log before getting to his feet. His bright blue eyes are wide, locked onto those lights as one hand comes up, splaying his fingers to try and shield his eyes from them when they come closer. He rises to his feet, his long silvery outfit glittering in the light. "Who is there? Show yourself immediately..." He draws his sword, the back of one hand delicately against the side of his forehead.
Blurr	As he comes closer, he will spot a very strange-looking vehicle lodged between four large trees and tangled up in a whole lot of underbrush and other foliage. The lights he had seen were coming from it, as well. To say it resembled a carriage wouldn't really be accurate--it would have to be a really -weird- carriage. What it is, is a very sleek-looking hovercar futuristic even to a modern-day Earth. So the people of this planet probably wouldn't have much of anything to compare it to, there's nothing here that is even remotely similar to it. And as if all that weren't enough, it, well -talks-. Or someone inside of it does. At any rate the voice is coming from it. "...that showing myself enough...wellit'llhavetodo."
Thranduil	Thranduil has never seen a vehicle before, let alone a robot or something made of metal that talks. Middle Earth is quite behind other worlds when it comes to technology. He squints and tries making his way through the thick overgrown vegetation, slicing at it with his sword with one hand, keeping the other forearm up to shield his sensitive eyes against the light. "What are you?" He asks, a little unsteady. "From where have you come?"
Blurr	"If I told you, you probably wouldn't what I'm talking about, but I'll tell you anyway. I'm Cybertronian, and I'm from Cybertron. Well, originally, anyway. Now it's just a dead husk of a planet but whatever that's not important right now what's important is that you have a sword that can cut through this vegetation just like that and I'm stuck with said vegetation in my servos and T-cog so maybe you can help me by cutting it all up?" He is trying to talk...slower, and he usually can keep a normal pace but right now he's a little on edge. Anyway he certainly talks fast.
Thranduil	"I have no idea what you are saying..." The dizzy King replies, and leans back against a tree. "Why should I help you? You placed us in danger. We are not on the path. Not even the scouts dare come this deep into the forest at night." He tries pushing away from the tree and walking away, but he ends up stumbling and falling to his hands and knees. This is so unbecomming such a fabulous king. "Remain silent and stop drawing attention to yourself."
Blurr	Telling Blurr to remain silent? Haha. -That's- going to work out. "What? I placed you in danger? What the slag are you talking about? I haven't even touched you." He grumbles, and watches as he stumbles and falls to his knees. "Looks like you need a ride, pal. So how about you help me, and I'll help you?"
Thranduil	Thranduil scrambles to his feet and points his sword at Blurr. The blood from his forehead trickles into his eye, momentarily making him blink and move his other hand to clear it. Sheathing his sword because he needs his hands for keeping his hair out of his face, he turns to look up at the robot, the Elvenking trying to make sense out of what he's seeing. With his head throbbing, his nerves on edge and everything seeming to going to hell at once, he finds himself falling back to the ground, the twisted canopy of dead or dying trees spinning overhead until he just closes his eyes.
Blurr	"Hey..." Blurr struggles against the trees and vegetation, trying to transform and stand up, but...nope. He's stuck. "Ugh. Protohatcher of Primus." he mutters. "You okay? You're not acting okay, I think you could really use a ride out of here, and I could really use someone cut me out of these...plants! Really, I promise, I won't hurt you. At least I'll do my best not to, at any rate! What's your name, anyway? I'm Blurr."
Thranduil	"Thranduil." the Elvenking mutters, getting to his feet once more. He draws his sword and cuts away the plants and resheathes it, staring at the vehicle as if accepting his fate that he's going to be eaten by this creature. "Yes, you are a blurr. Do you not have a radio to call for help?" He pronounces the word radio a bit strangely, but then it is an alien word to him.
Blurr	Oh, phew. Blurr's servo gears turn, and there is a sound as his T-cog also rotates slightly. Bits of vegetation are pulled into his joints, and there's a bit of a grinding sound. He grunts a bit, it doesn't exactly feel good, but it'll have to do for now. At least he's free. "Hey, thanks Thranduil. And I'm not just -a- blur. I'm -the- Blurr. Only one of me." Yes, he makes it a point to clarify that bit. The hovercraft's engines fire up, and it rises slightly above the ground, moving forward and out of the trees. The door on the side facing the elven king opens. "Alright then, I promised you a ride out of here, so there you go. Just tell me where."
Thranduil	The firing of the engines and the opening of the door just flat out startles him, but he maintains a stoic visage despite the fact that he's bleeding, staining his platinum blonde hair and silver clothes. "What do you mean..." he asks, looking around for any sign of his guards at all. The inside of the vehicle looks strange, the glowing lights unlike anything he's seen before. "This is not like a horse or Elk."
Blurr	Indeed, there are definitely a lot of lights on the inside. More so than on the outside. And in fact, those lights appear to pulse and oscillate back and forth in sync with Blurr's voice. "Uh, I mean that I promised you a ride if you helped me. So, here I am, offering you a ride. I'm an Autobot, if I promised you something I'm gonna give it to you if it's at all possible. You yourself said this part of the forest was dangerous, right? I wouldn't want to just leave you out here alone. I would have called for backup but my comms are shot to the afterspark." He makes a sound that...sounds like a sigh. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you, okay? If I were going to do that I would have tried it already."
Thranduil	Even Elves can knock themselves senseless, and try as he might, Thranduil just isn't all with it. He sits in the vehicle before he can protest too much, muttering "Autobot," as if the word made sense to him. "A horse is a horse." of course. "Do not remain here." He means in the forest, mostly because Blurr scared the pants off the Silvan Elves and they booked it back to the halls of the kingdom. Thranduil won't take Blurr there just in case he IS a threat.
Blurr	"'A horse is a horse'." Blurr repeats. "Sure okay that helps." Not. Anyway, the door closes itself once Thranduil has gotten inside. "Okay so where to?" he asks, as a holographic map of the area appears above the dashboard, the data having been acquired from probes in upper orbit. "And yes, I get that you don't want to stay here, because it's dangerous, the question is just where do you want to go?" "Oh, and you'd better fasten the seatbelt, unless you want to get tossed around. Might be a rough ride, with all these trees."
Thranduil	"I don't know. I don't know what you're talking about, nor do I care as long as we leave here immediately before the spiders come. What do you mean it may become rough?" He leans his head back. Surely, this is some sort of terrible terrible dream. Perhaps he hit his head a bit more than he thought and is still laying against the log. Or perhaps he's being eaten by a spider right now.
Blurr	"Spiders?" Uh oh. That didn't sound good. "Well I meant rough as in you might get thrown around." Blurr explains. "But I guess there's not a lot of room to get hurt too badly if it does happen." Hmm...he examines the map. "Well there's a settlement not too far from here, maybe that's yours? I'm guessing it is. Okaylet'sgo." Alt-mode weaponry emerges from the sides of the hood and blast away at the trees in front of him, clearing a path for him so that he doesn't get stuck again. And then ZOOM. Off he goes like a bolt of lightning, though he makes sure not to accelerate as fast as he normally does, for fear the G-forces should turn Thranduil into an elf-pancake.
Thranduil	"No, do not go south. Leave the forest at once. My people are within the trees and I will not have you endanger them further." His stomach lurches in one direction as his brain feels like it's going the other. Blurr may find out what it is the woodland Elves eat if this keeps up. "Call the Union to help you. As much as I despise outsiders, if it will keep you from toppling the entire forest, so be it." There's the grumpyking everyone's met so far.
Blurr	Blurr grumbles. Ugh, why does this guy keep saying he is a danger to his people? "For the last time I haven't endangered you or your people, I'm -helping- you, Primus!" He does as asked, and heads toward the nearest edge of the forest, clearning the path in front of them all the way. It doesn't take long, though it's not as quick as it would have been without all those obstacles. "And I told you, I would have called for backup but my comms are shot. Don't you listen? Ugh."
Thranduil	"I don't the word comms!" Thranduil growls. "What is this object?" He holds the extra radio TOph had out. "Use this. SPeak to it and summon your guards. You have endangered my people because you are an unknown giant made of metal that is a complete stranger to us!" He balls his hands into fists and thumps them against the seat back. "CALL THEM!"
Blurr	"Okay, okay, Primus you've got your axles in a twist!" Blurr groans. They finally reach the edge of the forest, and he comes to an abrupt halt, swerving sharply. He opens the door as his body tilts, effectively dumping Thranduil unceremoniously unto the ground outside.
Thranduil	"I am Thranduil, not Primus!" He could go on about Blurr's poor manners, when he's dumped out into the grass, his crown going askew and his hair tangling. "THis is no way to treat a king. We are at the edge of the woods...the entrance can not be very far from here."
Blurr	"I wasn't calling you Primus, Primus is used as an expletive where I'm from." Blurr clarifies. The vehicle suddenly unfolds, panels shifting outward and upward in a cacophony of mechanical sounds until it's not a hovercar before the elven king but a 30-foot-tall mechanoid. "Oh, you're a king? Sorry I don't think you told me. Entrance to where?"
Thranduil	"How was I to know that?" Thranduil complains, looking up at the giant. The normally pristine king looks a sight with his hair out of place, his crown askew and leaves stuck all over him. "It is the entrance into the forest." Perhaps he can lead this robot into the midst of the giant spiders and make his escape.
Blurr	"Hey, cool your tailpipes, pal. I didn't say I expected you to know that, I was just clarifying it." Blurr scans the area. "So I'm kind of looking for some friends of mine, have you seen anything out of the ordinary lately, aside from me, that is. Like maybe a crash site?"
Thranduil	"I have seen many things that are out of the ordinary. If your friends went into the forest at night, they were likely attacked by the spiders coming from Dol Guldur. If you wish to go looking for them, you may go alone. I will not risk the lives of my people searching for strangers."
Blurr	"Spiders? Dol Guldur?" Blurr asks, giving him a blank stare. "So where's that, then? Sorry, I can see satellite images but I don't know any of the local names. And I wasn't asking you to come with me, that would be too dangerous, anyway." "How big are these spiders, anyway?"
Thranduil	Thranduil starts walking along the edge of the woods, stumbling through the rough terrain. He was not meant to go trapsing around like this, he certainly is not dressed for it. "To the South. What is a satellite and how would you be able to see the area? I have a much better chance of surviving in these woods than you do, so perhaps you should rethink how much danger you have truly brought upon yourself." After a bit of walking, he finally replies, "They are very large."
Blurr	To the south. Okay, so that was totally specific. Blurr looks exasperated. "A satellite is a probe. We typically launch them into upper orbit when new planets unify." The speedster explains. "So they're big compared to you, what about me? Are they as tall as I am?" Do these people even use units of measurement or are they too backward for even that? Pff. He smirks at the comment that he might be walking into too much danger. "Oh, don't you worry about me, especially since I'm several times your size and made out of something a lot tougher than water and carbon. Also I'm fast." Really fast.
Thranduil	Thranduil emits a faint grumbling sound and leans against the trunk of one of the trees, reaching into the folds of his robe to pull out a small object, chanting something in Elvish that doesn't translate very well into other languages, closing his eyes as he concentrates. The object is a small phial which begins to glow with a light much bigger than itself, bathing them in a white light similar to carrying an LED sphere of light. As he continues walking, he can hear the sound of Silvan Elves moving along the ground and branches nearby. "We are near the entrance to the forest. If you require help searching for your friends, you may use the radio (He still says it a bit weird, unaccented unlike the rest of his speech. Raeeedeeeooooh) that was given to me. I know nothing of such objects. If you wish to compare the spiders to something, they are as large as a horse or as large as you were before you changed into a giant."
Blurr	Blurr watches as he strange little phial lights up, scanning its energy signature. Huh, interesting. "Hey, that's cool, is that some kind of chemical luminescence?" He asks, pointing at it. "Huh, so the spiders are about the size of my alt-mode. Okay, well that doesn't sound too bad." Of course that's yet to be seen, but he tends to be overconfident. "Anyway, thanks, at least now I can call for some backup."
Thranduil	"It is a simple Elvish illumination spell." Thranduil says dismissively. "Where you see one spider there are dozens you do not see. I ordered the nest be destroyed several moons ago, but, as you can see, we no longer have a moon." He is still a little unsteady on his feet, but the scouts have found them at the entrance and draw their bows on Blurr. A somewhat grimy hand is lifted to stop them, and they turn their attention to their dirt encrusted king. "What has happened? Who is this stranger?" "Have no fear, I will not be inviting him back to our halls. I doubt he would fit. Perhaps that is how we will ward off these visitors...make our entrance smaller."
Blurr	Oh, a 'spell'. One of those weird things that people can never really explain in terms that he understands. Blurr shrugs, still not concerned about the spiders. Nor is he concerned about those arrows pointed at him. "Okay, thanks for the advice. I figured there'd be a lot of them. I mean it sounded like it." He peers down at the other elves and holds his hands up as if to show he isn't armed, but of course fat lot of good that does for someone his size. Besides, Cybertronian weapons are stored in subspace compartments in their bodies anyway. But maybe organics would find it comforting. "Hey, don't worry. I'm not here to hurt you. Just looking for some of my friends, that's all." His interest is piqued at the mention of the moon, though. "So you lost your moon, huh? What happened? Orbit destabilized somehow?"
Thranduil	Thranduil tries to shoo the other elves away, but they keep trying to tend to him, swarming in with others with their weapons ready should Blurr be some weird evil metal giant. The difference between Thrandual and the Silvan Elves is rather apparent. While they are all slender folk with what appears to be a slight bone structure (though don't underestimate them!), the Silvan Elves have darker hair ranging from a yellow blonde to black. Their skin is a bit more tan, and their eyes range in forest colors. Thranduil is taller and has stark blue eyes and hair so blonde it is almost white. "It simply vanished from the sky and we have not seen it nearly a week. The stars are also different. How are we to navigate if we cannot utilize the stars? Every chart and map on Middle Earth would need to be rewritten."
Blurr	"Huh." Blurr looks pensive. "Probably something that happened with the unification, there's a lot of weird time-space stuff that goes on with that. None of us can even pretend we understand it, really." he shakes his head. "And yeah, the stars will be different. But if you need help mapping it out, the Union would be happy to help!"
Thranduil	"We must take you back to the Halls, my lord." A youthful looking woman with ginger hair that reaches past her waist, a pair of vicious looking daggers at her sides and a bow upon her back. "If you do not understand it, then why do you confuse people with your strange words and appearances?" She is clearly the Captain of The Guard or something similar. Thranduil lowers to sit on the edge of a large rock and holds up a hand. "You are with the Union. I might have known." He grumbles with a measured inhalation and exhalation which could almost pass for a sigh. "It will take until the Fourth or FIfth Age to chart all the stars, as it had taken our ancestors and the ancestors of Dwarves, Hobbits and Man. With only the sun to go by, it makes traveling at night very dangerous."
Blurr	Blurr sighs. "Look, I'm -trying-, okay? But your planet is a lot different from mine. I mean, I could say the same about -you-. What with your spells, and elk horses, and whatever. Anyway," He pauses briefly before continuing. "Like I said, the Union would be happy to help you and your people map out the stars, I'm sure we could do it much faster than uh...the Fourth or Fifth age. However long a time that is from now, I'm assuming it's a while."
Thranduil	"It depends on the events of the Age. I fear the war that is coming will usher in the Third Age." He stops protesting for a moment and lets one of the elves dab something on his wound to help clean it. "Remain still, my lord." She says in a soothing tone. Thranduil tries to remain as still as he ca while she cleans the dirt and grime from his forehead gash. "You require rest." The group of them move out together to form a perimeter, so as to protect the Elvenking. The tall elf is helped onto horseback behind one of the guards. "I fear that it is now time to return to our kingdom. I cannot say it has been an enlightening experience, but at least you did not destroy the living part of the forest."
Blurr	"Wasn't planning on it. But uh, it's kind of hard when you're my size." Blurr replies. "Well I'd better get back on the search. Thanks for the help." he says with a nod. "I'll see about getting someone to help with the star map when I get back to base." He transforms again, folding back down until he looks like a hovercar again and takes off south as Thranduil had suggested.