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Haldir bounced and bubbled up front of the golden. The pair had risen early, still in the depth of night. The gold had fought sleep, his mind never ceasing with all that was happening and spinning about him. He was Lord. Oh what a title. But it came with the unending new futures. Great as they were to sparking that manipulative soul into life, it also did not let it sleep. So in the night they had risen. Haldir, though he always slept well, was thrilled. As the golden had snatches of sleep the deer had woken, as he usually did early. Here on the cusp of Frostfall their bond was changing. Feeling rising in the deer were felt more strongly in the gold, and vice versa. Soon they would begin a new stage in life. But that was not all. When the gold returned from the gathering of his ascension to the crown, a –horned- deer rushed out to greet him. Alright so he was not fully horned, but two prominent knobs had risen on the babe’s head. They were growing. Already the knobs had grown up two inches above his head. They were still covered though in the soft velvet of newness, but soon that would be gone, and a grown stag would stand where Haldir had. The realization add to the golden’s uneasy feelings.
Of course just because he was near grown did not mean that Haldir had to act it. The deer skill kicked up his heels in near defiance of the stillness of the morning. Of course the stars were gone, expect for one or two, but they had been thoroughly enjoyed. The golden was much less excited. His head was low as he walked through the meadows, his mind in a most serious concentration of the plans coming ahead. It might have been very unfortunate for him then, that their bond had grown stronger, for when Haldir snapped to attention to see something, the golden looked with him.
In the middle of an already gathering field stood an enormous bay. The golden sighed, recognizing him as the Earth God. He shakes his head, annoyed to be woken from his thoughts. “Orome a Aule a Ulmo a Yavanna” [Lord of Forests, Lord of Earth, King of the Sea, and Giver of Fruits]. They were gods from his old native, and irritation in being pulled to that place, farther from his thoughts here caused the gold to turn and continue on. Haldir though, was dumbfounded. His little mouth opened and it never closed. He knew the names and meaning from the descriptions of the gold, which of course, the deer always ad to beg for. Slowly his large eyes turn back to the enormous creature. His small experience trying to wrap around how he could be a ruler of all of that. Maybe that’s why he was bigger? He had to do it all? He was amazing in the small deer’s eyes, and certainly something he wanted to see closer. The deer turns around and even before he bleats out or stomps his hoof the golden knows what’s coming. Snorting he turns round. “Bui rinc bo.” [Need to move on] The golden stated firmly. But Haldir had won his fair share of these battles. His ears folded back and hoof stomped. A growl runs through the gold, but not at the deer, but in frustration. He would have to give in.
So here comes the happy couple. Haldir at first, joyous to have his bonded, stays with him. The gold, dragging his hooves joins slowly comes. He sees a familiar face, but only one. The raven perched on the large god’s shoulder was most recognizable now, though Haldir still smirked to see her. It made him all the more gleeful. He leapt from the golden’s side into the gather. The gold hissed after him, frustrated the babe insisted on making a scene. “Haldir!” But there was nothing to be done. The deer was far too excited. He slipped under the legs of some and through the tight spaces to come right to the front. His legs stop wide and pale bottomless eyes slowly take in the full size of the creature right before him. With the shock and raising of his head, the poor deer’s back half fell and he landed, sitting in amazement, but with a growing wind grin on his face. He felt as if he was sitting in front of an old grandfather, a protector and keeper. The sway of the God of Earth warming against the little deer, and he loved it.
The golden in the end, could not stay mad. Whether from the pure happiness streaming through their bond, or his acceptance of another defeat is unknown. He stood off to the side, eyes watching carefully the deer. It did not escape him that his bonded was so unlike him. It brought him a great deal of frustration. Sighing the gold looks eyes, eyes turning to the rising dawn. In the shadows though, as night rescinds there stands one last star. That they did have in common, the golden mused. Haldir’s own fascination with elenath, the night sky, had not come from thin air, but from the golden’s own love of it. It was one of the few cultural aspects that still clung to him. Haldir had embraced it whole heartedly (as he did everything). It was one of the few things though that the golden and his dark deer truly had in common, and could enjoy. A small idea formed in the golden’s mind. He remembered a necklace from a bygone age that had rested on a pretty lady’s neck. Before he got to thinking too much about that lady, he looked back to the God of Earth wondering if the small deer at his feet would find pleasure in the trinket. For one of those rare moments in his life, the gold thought of doing something for another.
OOC :: Thranduil is seeking the following cause he wants to be the most adorable thing ever::
::[Item: Necklace which holds the light of a star]
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Haldir rushes into the group to sit as close as he dares to Father Earth. Thranduil stands by the edges watching him.
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