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01-02-2016, 02:13 PM
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Thranduil
Lord Thranduil. It didn’t give him the usual swell of good tidings, though he could tell she meant it. Instead it sinks in him, like someone probing an already sore blister. His eyes still meet the bowed Corporal without much change, and he listens as she speaks. Haldir was less patient (or dead hearted, depending on how you looked at it). The girl looks back at him bright and happy the deer returns it. His antlered head dipping playfully and then shaking with all his built up energy. When she speaks he is literally all ears, and seems most delighted. Yet, she had asked a question, and the deer shifts uneasily, his rough adult call coming out low and as soft as he could manage it. Its tone lingering in a tremble like an apology. He was not however shut down by this but instead steps closer to investigate her. The Laurelin watches the stag, but he does not stop it. He hasn’t the energy. Then the blue mare turns to the other, speaking and it rakes upon him like claws. He protects us. The golden’s back shifts, the heavy load of it reminded to him. How he distasted it. How he hated that this mare or any could say such a thing. And worse of all…Lady Hotaru. His harks visibly flinch at that name. But perhaps the others would think it was a fly or bug? At least if anything, that pain distracted him from the growing uncomfortableness of being in presence with so young an abandoned child. The speech of that child brings him to look down upon her, though he sees that he is not the processor of her attention. Haldir jerks up when he sees her leap toward him, and his tail wags happily behind. Though he could feel the cold hard stare of the gold behind him, he ignores it. He knows what blocks the golden, what colors his sight, and the stag would not yield to his bonded’s position today. So he remains where he is and at her suggestion his antlered head nods most happily. When she turns to the gold she’ll find him little changed. Any relief that could come from a distraction is washed away in the consequences for the blue mare’s words. In such a state the child’s friendship with Haldir goes uncommented on. Not even Haldir hears through his bond a word against it. Not that the golden approved of it in the slightest, but he had little drive to break it up. Its only when she speaks to him, in the soft gentle tones, that his attention is fully grabbed by her. His harks lifting and eyes lingering longer. He seems to hesitate for a moment, uneasy, and when she gives her broad grin a brow raises. As if he doubted her. Haldir, seeing into his bonded’s mind snorts, for he see’s how foolish the other is being. Yet it doesn’t change much. The golden still thinks the same. That the child is a fool. That he doesn’t have friends. All shroud in dark mists of the past. Sighing he turns back to the blue mare, trying to shut out the child, for he still wrestled with her offer. “She may stay.” It was deadpan, and hallow, yet cracked with weariness. “Winter is coming though…” It comes stronger, a warning, laced and cold as the winter wind itself. At it his head rises, signaling the conversation was coming to an end, but his eyes linger on the mare, underscoring the warning’s meaning. Yet he could speak no more on the warning for his own dark thoughts were suffocating him. So he ends it at that. Turning to move away, to haunt the shadows to the side of the Arch, but he stops. Some unsettled presence pushing on him, and he looks back at the babe. “Good luck little one.” It felt strange on his tongue, and rustled his own nerves, so he immediately turns and moves on into the shadows. Haldir watches the gold go, his fur a little on end with his frustration at the gold. Yet once the gold turns away he looks back to the child. His face was calmer, almost apologetic again with his large ears back and eyes cast down. It was not fair such a sweet babe be shouldered with the dark weights of the past and present. That it feel the full cold brute force of the golden’s mood. Looking to the girl the deer looking quiet reaches out his nose to seal their friendship, to apologize, to make himself feel better. "talk talk talk" OOC: Ignore my grumpy man, welcome to the Basin! |
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