Well, at least it looked a little better now. Moving south through the new land of Blood Falls, the golden had looked about with curiosity at the new plants and landscape. Haldir beside him, having never seen the land before, walked slowly, but with great curiosity. How many ages had it been since the golden had seen something new. Something he never met. It was addictive. The wonder and questioning it awoke in his mind filling him with a wonderful contentment. Even the dull ache of his burn, now only a pale pink scar could not ruin this mood. It mostly lay hidden under the wolf cloak, draped over his shoulders against the cool moisture. The peaceful moment though was ending. A shifting wind rises up from the south, and both creatures pause and look that way. A column of haze was growing and rising. The thin wisps of clouds and smoke curled in familiarity. ”Tolo” The stag did not need the command, both moved further south.

It was dark and full of all manner of even stranger, darker creations. Strangest of all were the walls of vegetation. They rose straight up and were covered in the smoky fog. The hair stood on his back, picking up as the fog brushed over him. Yet, as strange and eerie as this place was, he liked it, and his curiosity held him. The new smells, plants, and sights were so unusual as to pull him in. There was something about this place, its shadows were larger, and deeper. He slipped into their cool embrace with a guilty pleasure. But it also was ill. Every breath held something unnamable that rolled in his lungs and was spit back out. Haldir too held a most pensive face as they moved through this place towards the center of the black wisps.

Voices come from ahead, and the golden pauses a moment. His marked neck rises to listen, but this was not the strange tongues of unknown. No, these voices were very much known. A small curl of his lip comes forward and he walks on in more boldness. Haldir, still slightly confused, trots beside.

Into the scene he comes, with a most agreeable look. The surroundings gain a quick glance, but he quickly looks to the main attraction. The Goddess. She didn’t look half bad. She should try exile more often, it wasn’t a bad look for her. How long had that been now? He still had not quite settled on that moment in time. The whole affair left a rather vile taste in his mouth. Yet, there was always something about that beauty that matched some dark corner of his own soul. It fit. And he liked how it fit. Liked it a lot.

Of course they weren’t alone. His attention finally drifts to the few already present, and his smile grows all the more. “Mesec, good to see you again.” Crowned head nods. How did the golden know the creatures name?! They had never met. No…the Laurelin and the Nightwind had never met, but Rohan had. A small matter, but still rather enjoyable. He turned back to the goddess though, his earth eyes sparking with a bright mischief like they had not done in ages. “Love what you’ve done with the place m'Lady.”

But they weren’t alone. Another voice breaks and the shadows of creatures strange and ill began to shift through the wilds. Haldir pulls closer to the gold, but the Laurelin only stands taller to look on with a strange pleasant face. He says nothing, only moving silently through the scene to stand in the guard of the lavender god. From there he would watch and listen, like the shadow he longed so much to be these days. A taste of what used to be, when he stood not on the highest rock. Though of course these were unacknowledged thoughts, but the feelings were so strong, even Haldir was affected, and moved about the land more naturally than before.


OOC :: Thranduil speaks and stands with Haldir to the side of the Goddess.
Identities:: Cashmere, Isopia, Erebos
"Speech"