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12-17-2015, 08:15 PM
I appreciated the task, and the fact that Thranduil seemed to think that I was capable of clearing out rock out of it, but I had a feeling a lot of what he asked for was going to require help from outside sources. Perhaps some of those fine Basin warriors would be willing to help me out! “Can I ask for assistance from some of the other ranks?” I mean, I’m pretty sure some of the rubble in there was the size of me and I definitely was going to need a little help.
He was just starting to explain something about the Throat (who’s throat? his throat? my throat?) when all of a sudden he was YELLING.
The sudden shout made me jump like, fifty feet in the air because it surprised me so much. Pretty sure there’s a little sugar outline on the ground of where my candy coated skin had fallen off due to the shock. I turned around to see what the ruckus was about to see the deer looking all shy. “Oh hey there little fella!” Well not that I could blame him for wanting to get a little taste. It really didn’t bother me at all, and certainly not nearly as much as it seemed to bother our dear Lord here.
Next thing I know, before I can even talk it out with him anymore or ask any of the questions that I had, Thranduil was turning around and leaving. Rude.
No small talk? Not even a chance? Why sure Thranduil, I love being ordered around.
I mean I do, especially when it’s coupled with what was totally going to turn into a kinky little sex prison for the Basin’s recreational use, but I’m a little insulted at how this whole business was being handled.
Haldir hasn’t left yet though and I look to him and give him a frustrated little shrug. Men. But, you know, I’m certainly not heartless. So I give a little flick of my tail and invite the sweet little deer to take a small bite - it wouldn’t hurt at all from the tail. “Go ahead, I won’t tell.” I could have secrets with the companions of the Basin folk, right?
He was just starting to explain something about the Throat (who’s throat? his throat? my throat?) when all of a sudden he was YELLING.
The sudden shout made me jump like, fifty feet in the air because it surprised me so much. Pretty sure there’s a little sugar outline on the ground of where my candy coated skin had fallen off due to the shock. I turned around to see what the ruckus was about to see the deer looking all shy. “Oh hey there little fella!” Well not that I could blame him for wanting to get a little taste. It really didn’t bother me at all, and certainly not nearly as much as it seemed to bother our dear Lord here.
Next thing I know, before I can even talk it out with him anymore or ask any of the questions that I had, Thranduil was turning around and leaving. Rude.
No small talk? Not even a chance? Why sure Thranduil, I love being ordered around.
I mean I do, especially when it’s coupled with what was totally going to turn into a kinky little sex prison for the Basin’s recreational use, but I’m a little insulted at how this whole business was being handled.
Haldir hasn’t left yet though and I look to him and give him a frustrated little shrug. Men. But, you know, I’m certainly not heartless. So I give a little flick of my tail and invite the sweet little deer to take a small bite - it wouldn’t hurt at all from the tail. “Go ahead, I won’t tell.” I could have secrets with the companions of the Basin folk, right?
come with me, honey
I'm your sweet sugar candyman
I'm your sweet sugar candyman
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vigorous licking strongly encouraged
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