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Thranduil
The small dark spotted fawn tries to resist and keep the more dignified pace the gold prefers, but honestly, for right now he was done. Jumping and leaping with new born grace the small creature celebrates the new adventures of rising up on a cloud to this strange land. Every now and then he would look up with wide, bright eyes only to see the gold there walking, without looking. At least he had stopped nipping the fawn. That had been most unpleasant. Not that the gold was ever too harsh, but the fawn was over joyed at his seeming acceptance of a little fun and joy today. Walking now through a sandy patch the gold saw over the ridge a gathering of horses. Many there he knew. Pinning back his ears the gold thought better of going, even though there seemed to be much happiness in the gathering. It was with curiosity he noticed all mingled without mind to herds. Shaking his twin horned head, with his crown of silver branches rattling, the gold turned to go, but found he was missing something. Or someone. Haldir, that small fawn bounded towards the crowds, his eyes wide with seeing them. He knows no fear. Still it more the tall thing that stood in the middle. It was bright and exciting, the young deer could just feel it! The gold snorted, but he couldn’t be completely mad at the small fawn. Even though he had tried many times, the gold was coming to see that utter anger was impossible with the child. So he moves towards the tree, and just prays no one speaks to him, or notes him. “Haldir,” he calls to the little one, who at hearing it bounds back to him. Having not heard his name much it was always a thrill. The gold lowers his crowned head and whispers to the tiny creature pointing his head towards the tree. “Orn [Tree].” The fawn stilled, his ears twitching. “Orn” the gold repeats and pushes him towards it. The small fawn was getting used these lessons and as always enjoyed the attention. So moving forward with the gold following he bounded up to the tree. His small tail wagging with joy to hear the jingling in the wind. The gold stops not far off, and sighs long and low. He makes eye contact with no one but the fawn, but in some odd way, he could find no discontent in his heart. OOC:: I had like NO time today, but this is just so much fun! MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! "talk talk talk" |
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