What a strange few days it had been. Haldir was finally finalizing his growth, and Ophelia’s strange tongue in the Threshold that he did not trust. All in all, it left the golden in a mired pools of thought. It was a most confusing moment in his life. And certainly after the season it had been a most fitting way to end it. He was rarely ever confused. And certainly he was almost never uncertain. The golden always had purpose, and drive, but this time had left him in anxiety. He had paced the floor of his cave every night. Haldir, the small dark deer tried his best to stay awake with his bonded, but his eyes always drooped off. So had he not been called out, or these ‘duties’ (ew what a gross word) not demanded him to come out and face the world, he might have stayed quiet and alone.

Whether for good or ill he was here. It was perhaps, good though. Coming to the rise beside the dark reaper, the golden painted on his usual self. His crowned head turned slightly, and lips playing a smug grin. Though he was of the shadows he was a lover of power, and standing here above others was a most satisfying feeling. It was a needed feeling. All the jumble Ophelia had caused, with her anger and unasked for apologies was eased, as his pride, always powerful, smooth over the rough patches. It gave it a purpose. A positive, in a so far negative playing field. He could get used to that. Watching others gather for Deimos’s call, there can a most soothing feeling that eased all the troubled starts of this mess away.

Haldir collected behinds the golden, collected by his side. He too could feel the change of this gathering. In both the bond with the gold and their standing higher than the others for once. He could feel the height, the importance. Small dark head, with the knobs of antlers just beginning was held tall. His steps high and sensitive, and ears and eyes mirrored those of his ancestors. He came to stand with the most proud and haunted step by the gold, looking over the gathering crowd. The golden for once was most proud of him. Well proud he didn’t run down and about like the usual idiotic flare.

The golden looked to the dark reaper as he spoke. His pride pulsing an elegance and regality to his frame. It was a somber moment, but not necessarily for him. He still held most smug smile, and unlike usual he didn’t care if his inner emotions showed. He was here and they were there, and it was quite a nice moment to enjoy. Of course he wasn’t here alone. Hotaru was here as well. Of course he tried to ignore that fact. Instead the golden flared out his pride and spoke. “Winter is coming. Prepare and keep well, for when spring dawns, it shall not find this land asleep.” It was short and pointless, but he let the phrases come forth from him with a venomous assurance. Even if Ophelia said there was nothing to prove, he could feel her eyes still burrow here. The Basin had stagnated, paused, but if anything was to come out of him standing here instead of in the back, it would be that the world would tremble once more to hear their name.


OOC :: @[Hotaru]
Summary:: Thranduil stands by Deimos (with Haldir beside him), and after he finishes gives his own warning.
"Speech"