Cracking to pieces. His precious was cracking to pieces. How could it!? Why would it do this to him? It couldn’t be the orb itself, it had to be whatever was inside. How dare that thing destroy it! But the gold was still frozen and powerless to stop it. His mind revolved in circles of disbelief, horror, and confusion. There wiggling in his wolf hide, now clicking against the walls of his precious the thing had to be just doing this for the fun of it. Surely this was some horrible trick, some falsehood, a wicke-Clack. Harks and gaze darted up as a sound of hooves on rock clicked above the cracking orb. Standing in the mid morning light, casting it about her white bodice like ice, dripping with red, is the lady. The golden had seen this mare earlier, the scene of her rise was one he had attended, though it was clouded in fog and flies. Another bleat from the egg and her intrusion was quickly accepted for importance of the destruction of his precious.

Now cracks well surrounded his beautiful orb and bleats were stronger, and clearer. He couldn’t possibly understand. Wha- The mare breaks in, her words soft and gentle. A true mothering touch in this moment. The gold can’t comprehend it however. Help with what? To keep it from cracking? That would be most useful. The golden then let his attention readily shift to this Tinek, a dragon. Harks flick back and forth, wait what was the dragon going to do to stop the orb from cracking? Was he going to eat the creature inside? That would be most helpful. Oh but no, the orb would be destroyed. “No!” Came the mad man’s response, and his thin limbs flung over the thing rolling in the wolf hide. It shouted when there needed to be not but a whisper, crashing like hurricane on a clear day. Every emotion which tumbled and fought within him coursing through it. Even as he spread himself protectively over it, the gold was immediately backing away at the horror again. His mind switching tracks, and skipping lines, still out of use from its short relief from the fly madness.

Her words come back softly and smoothly again. They sounded happy. Happy?! How the hell can she be happy! “Congratulations!?” It was sharp and accusing, but again thick with confusion and fear. “Precious is breaking you say Congratulations?!” His most prized possession was breaking through some unstoppable force and she was sending him Congratulations?! Wait. Hatched. Hatched means something comes out alive. Oh no. Oh God no. You mean to fucking tell the gold, that there was a damned pet in his precious? The precious was an EGG! A whisper slips out, “Egg?” Had he said that out loud? A wobbly stumble was taken back, from shock or long disuse of his limbs is not known.

As if on cue his precious finally loses its beautiful gleam and like the old regimes fell away. There lying curled and still, exhausted from the effort lay a tiny black spotted fawn. Its sides heaved taking a well needed rest. Already though its large ears moved about listening ever intensely for the voice of the one. The one which had called it, comforted it, warmed it. The one was all the tiny fawn had fought for. That one though was still in shock. The gold’s earth eyes finally looked up from the fallen, forever destroyed pieces of precious to the creature. This was it?! This was what he would forever be shackled to? Bonded like a common criminal to a pet like so many despicable creatures he knew? Forever stuck with an annoyance? Those gold pierced eyes, shining brightly in the storm of emotions, steeled and looked over to the mare beside him. His voice quivering, soft, and laced with misunderstanding and hurt whispered, “Get rid of it.” As if she had some magical power to fix all that was wrong with this situation.

A muffled voice shifted through the wet fawn’s new ears. A familiar loved voice. The one. A tiny bleat, pathetic with exhaustion rings out and snaps the gold’s attention back onto the babe. The fawn knew that voice, it knew it well. He needed it. Wet body shook for a second in the cold morning, then for the first time those little pale eyes cracked open to the world. It was bright. Too bright. His white eyes were shut near instantly from it. He needed to get to the one, as if there was a second shell he needed to break. Tiny head, waving out of control rose, as the black spotted one fought to keep his eyes open. His tiny thoughts were broken as he saw for the first how big this world was. Shapes still blurred and colors escaped him, but the world suddenly didn’t seem so wonderful. “Wait” It cut low, and solid across the gathering, and came from none other than the golden. His body had stilled when it saw the creature, and now he stepped forward, his horned head tentatively reaching out to the dark babe. The black spotted creature upon hearing the one again, found a courage in his core. He had to find him. His whole body began to kick to life with the struggle, uncurling and revealing his long limbs. Then there. Earth and pale white eyes met. And it was whispered low and soft, gentle like a dove, “Haldir?”



OOC :: Please excuse the spazzing out very confused Thranduil XD
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