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12-11-2015, 05:26 PM
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Thranduil
You’re being childish. Golden harks pin back and bared teeth spin around to face the dark stag. Haldir was not taking back the words though. He had meant it. All morning they had dragged their hooves as they headed northward towards the mountains. And now, just at the bottom of the sloped the golden had veered off and up another path, furiously lashing out his tail as he went. Haldir followed, irritated. Usually he love and patience for the golden was unending, but the dark deer just wanted to go on and be home. Unlike the Laurelin, that cave in the mountains had always held his bed. Now they were going the wrong path. The deer should have found little to complain of, it was one of those perfect crisp fall days, where the fresh air filled your lungs with life and vigor. But all the dark stag could think of was this unreasonable building of tension in the gold, and he was growing tired of sharing something so unreasonable it through their bond. For a moment they are at a standoff. The golden baring down his threat to the smaller stag finds only a stubborn will and pride. And though his anger brimmed, it was not yet strong enough to lash out to the deer. So he only snorts and turns round, continuing towards the heavenly fields. It wasn’t without reason the golden loathed to return to the mountains. The deer may not be able to comprehend them, but that did not mean there were none. Those looming, towering, mountains were quickly growing cold for the coming winter. Already in the morning ice formed in the darkest corners. Yet still he was called to walk about the boarder and keep a watchful eye. He was supposed to welcome newcomers, and meet with officials, but at last he could do that no longer and it had slipped by. Besides it all, the shadows had grown eyes and shapes. In the pink light of early morning he would see one, or in the pure white moonlight another. Each time sending his heart racing and or shocking his mind and nerves like electricity. These reasons the deer may not understand, or comprehend how it built up and up, but it was there. So they were here. Up onto the high plateau they finally rose, and a lush spread of grass, still clinging to summer’s sweet life lay before them. Happy to bide his time the golden did not look around much, and began to graze. Haldir was not of the same mind. He stood a distance away, like an irritated keeper. It was perhaps a lucky thing he did. For in avoiding looking at the gold, and standing off slightly he saw in the distance by the cliffs a small white figure. His body straightened, and ears and alert rose sharp as he came to the conclusion that he knew the child of snow. The dark stag stared for a moment, watching the filly from their distance. At first he could not understand…why was she here alone? His antlered head tilts, as he watches. Then his heart stops up in his throat as he see her take a step toward the cliff. Laurelin meldir. [Golden friend] His hissed, sending the harks of the golden back sharply. Rising his crowned head from his meal the hard earth eyes glare.Man hi?! [What now?] His tone full of annoyance, and still laced from the threats of before. Hên a los. [The child of snow] Annoyed, but sensing his companion’s growing worry and fear the gold looks about him more seriously. There he at last spies the child of white, still young and frail looking. The child did not come with pleasant memories. That babe and her mother had forced their way into the Basin. With teeth grinding the gold remembered it was only by Haldir’s cruel use of their bond they were admitted. It brought a foul taste in his mouth and a bitterness of past tales. Angered the golden turns back to grazing. Whatever the dark stag had expected he seemed shocked the golden did not do it. A soft cry rose from him in protest.He pad na lanc[She walks to the cliff edge]. Groaning softly the gold raises his head again to look toward the child. Surely she could not have heard them, and it seemed had not seen them. Sure enough one lonely hoof held out over the edge. Laurelin! Shouted Haldir through the bond, but the golden still did not move. He was loath to. The child had wings didn’t she? That would stop her fall surely. She was too young to fly but she would not die from it. Only learn a lesson. He moved to turn away but felt a sharp, bold stab upon his hips. Haldir was tired of the golden’s mood. His antlers pushed against the golden flesh, scraping at the growing winter coat. His lips bared, this time they would not stop at a warning though. Instantly the dark stag retreated, his eyes wide in the realization of the meaning of what he had done. This wasn’t like what he had done before. This was not like saying what he had before. He had said that with intention, purpose, but this, this he knew he would pay for. Even so small of an act was crossing a line. One he had never dared approach before, and his limbs actually trembled to think of what was coming next. The wolf of the north was ready to deal it to him, before a single word, begging, pleading more than commanding this time, shouted between the pair. Tiro! [Look!] Growling and looking only so he could hold the deer in more contempt, the golden looks back to the cliff. "talk talk talk" |
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