.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
11-25-2014, 03:13 PM
The gold listened and watched through the boughs of the pine from afar. Every once in a while his body would go listless and head drop out of attention, but at the next sentence he would be back and listening again. Flies continued to tumble out of his breath, and ears freezing after only a moment in the chilled air so that after a while he had ring of them around him. Even in this state though the seriousness of what was transpiring did not escape him. The Gilded Blade was gone. And to replace her this no one came to the throne. But no ones could be curious ones for no one knew where they lie or what they were possible of. It seemed to some though, this no one was indeed someone. Deimos especially seemed ready to charge through the thick of it at her throat, and others of the old men gang pressured where Illynx had gone. That question was curious to him as well. That woman, no longer his lady he supposed, was the whole reason he had latched on to this crazy train. With her gone…what kept him here?
Of course he listened to the no one’s list of accomplishments and found them slightly above normal. What made the gold curious though was the number of them. How often did this no one switch sides? If it’s one thing the golden knew the Basin would not tolerate it was a turn coat. Or at least one who made themselves visible. Still, having been a spy for someone called the Resolute, the gold would have to consider this no one with more weight. Golden limbs began to tremble and he knew he could not stay much longer without rest and a scene more embarrassing than he’d care to live through. Perhaps he should just charge the Reaper and let the beast’s anger finish this illness and himself. A hollow sigh rattles through him, but cuts short as it sends a hoard of flies into the air and around his gut. He listens for only a moment more at whatever task Illynx had been sent on before he can stand it no longer. Turning the golden stumbles away through the trees back towards his cave on high.
Collapsing on a wolf hide rug the gold curls up into himself. To be alone, in the quiet to think is his only wish, and one he shall not soon get. Not while his illness persists. Still, he can think, if not in one fluid thought as before. This no one, this lady, as he supposed she should now be called, did not seem to fit with Deimos, but neither had Illynx. Deimos would do anything to protect his borderlands, but could he protect them from himself. It was obvious the God of Time, who’s awe the gold in his state glanced over without care, was certain this was the one he wanted. Just as it was obvious he did not know what was happening, besides there being a killer on the loose. Things happen in this world beyond the God’s power. That could be seen from the circlet atop his head. And if it was a someone well, all creatures hard their own power and destinies. Choices were indeed very powerful changers of time and fate, and someone was making some incredibly powerful choices lately. Golden harks pin back and nip at a fly struggle to survive next to the gold’s warm shoulder. Laying his head back down the gold looks out over the expanse below his hide away, shivering in the cold draft littered with snow flurries. Below he could still just make out the no one’s-the lady’s form. Ophelia. Hmm. Curling his head back in the gold closes his earth eyes, and rests. There would be other days to think on these things. For now sleep and a soothing blanket of darkness called to him. Even the fly which fluttered from his nostril and tickled along his face could not stir the gold.
OOC::
![[Image: 5381546acbe33]](http://images.helovia.net/index.php/view/5381546acbe33)
Feel free to use any force/magic on Thranduil, short of killing him.
Please tag in every post.
Ask Thranduil any question in the world, he'll be forced to answer on his profile. PM with your question.
