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Thranduil
“And I’ve never seen an arrogance and ignorance wrapped in such a beautiful monumental fool.” It came from behind them. Cold and sharp as the winter wind still lingering in the air. The golden stepped up from behind the sentinel, Haldir beside him. -------------------------------------------- Really it was rather unlucky for him to find them today, his morning had started off in a fowl mood. One of the returning red birds had decided his cave would be the perfect place for a morning song. It had screeched its damn tune loud and proud, waking the golden from a long night of pacing and pondering. Quickly he snapped at the bird, but it seemed to refuse to leave. Growling and grumbling he grabbed his wolf cloak and satchel and stormed out just before sunrise. Haldir, having woken up to the shouts, trotting sleepily after. Having little sleep and little patience for the rest of the day, its easy to see why his temper was short. He had planned to journey to the Steppe for the night, thinking perhaps the fresher air would easy his tension. But coming through the Arch he heard a voice. Reaching in his satchel he had pulled over his cloak, with Haldir under him. He had watched then from a crack in the ice, Enna and a new mare pass through. A tension though hung in the air. They were not talking, and there was little welcome. The sweet healer, very much like sweet thing, was acting most unusual. So it took little encouragement to follow. As the new mare dismissed his home the golden had slipped in his invisible state behind the guardians, listening. So of course you see he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to put this insolent cretonne in her place. This was not some cave of cowards, this was the Basin. This was the liar of wolves and thieves. Of snakes and demons. It was told to children in fear. And he himself was part of the reason why. No foolish, naïve mare would underestimate the empire she had stepped into. So he spoke his line, slipping off his cloak onto Haldir, and stepping up behind them. A beautiful fool indeed though. She was easy on the eyes. Her long blue hair trailed the ground, and carved dished head could please any man’s eye. But the golden was unyielding. He stepped up with head high and pinned harks. To say the least, she hadn’t exactly started off on the right foot. “Enna seems to be sweeter than I feared.” Tassled tail lashed at his flanks, and earth eyes narrowed at the newcomer, never taking his cold stare from her. ”Ganno mului [Play nice]” came Haldir’s voice through the steel wall. The dark deer was still masked by the cloak he bore, but he stood not far. One side of the golden’s lips curled most sinisterly into a smirk. “You must be new.” It came like an insult, the first dart thrown on her hide. He was just getting started. OOC::OMHG I'M SO SORRY FOR YOUR WAIT D= Identities: Caleb, Cashmere "talk talk talk" |
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