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Deliverance of the golden’s threat was swift, and he gloated over her sagging body with a vicious satisfaction. Haldir’s worn face, battered by the realities he had found this day, looks away in anguish.
Only, as Thranduil seemed to keep forgetting (with help from Ophelia), this wasn’t a weak babe. Her smile taints his, souring it slightly, as her voice enters into the fray again. A humored huff leaves his dried lips. Could she be so foolish? “Of course.” He had not a chain here to limit the reach of blade, or call him in from night’s of devil’s work. Was her body night dyed in red and his still gold (between burns)?
The red mare was quiet, and the golden rushed with victory, though prematurely. For in the sweeping relief and his half dead body the golden had left the gates of his mind unchecked, the footprints of the Amaranthine began to appear.
An unbeckoned thought of a rosen ghost whispered through his thoughts. The smile on his lips fell slightly, his harks leaning back. He hesitated for a moment, unsure. She comes stronger, words of memories whispering. It brought the gold to a stupor state, why was she there? Nothing of this concerned….His head shook like trying to be free, but it only served to set him off balance, and his hooves spread wide to catch himself. The impact of her vision was having more affect than the gold could rationalize and he didn’t know why-
Ophelia solved the mystery before him. Her voice calling out what the gold’s mind never could on its own. Hotaru offered her heart…Then the earth eyes opened wide. She- She had looking at his memories. “Thief!” His voice hissed, but it fell short. The mare’s magic working enough this last attack to vanish her form again. He was left to his thoughts. And her words. His accusations of her were snatched by the overwhelming impact of the hit. It couldn’t be. But Hotaru (gods how the name stung his lips) had said it. Yes that’s right that day…But he couldn’t- Surely it hadn’t. Impossible. He had sworn. It was shattered. But it had been remade?….Oh gods….
He loved her. Not the golden, but Thranduil, he, the real he, loved Hotaru. The gold was a panic, his head fell, and whole body began to shake.
The wicked voice slipped in again, this time worse: nothing left to give but fragments. A look of terror, shot through him. How?- No! The doors had been thrown open, the light of Ophelia’s flooding the sacred, dust covered corner to find the shattered organ of burden still there. And she was using it against him. A roar like from a wounded bear sounds, and the gold visibly shrunk back and away. His whole being trying to shut out the voice, the truth, but it was inescapable. His nightmare, a weapon of truth, of knowing, bearing down upon him. The armor of the gold, his lies, were at last fully ripped away, and the weak soul beneath revealed to the world.
She speaks on and it drones maddeningly in his head. Who wants you as you are….”ENOUGH!” The cornered animal lashes out, desperate. He cannot back up his anger though, his body too far gone, and he shrinks again. The bitter truth of the words eating up what little strength is body had left.
Her threat is now delivered, and the gold’s body shivers anew. Rip it away? He lurches away from his invisible attacker. No….She couldn’t take them…It was now not just Hotaru who stormed in his mind, but a white ghost, pure as light. And it was the worse attack of all. Her gold eyes shown on his soul and his knees quivered and eyes closed.
You see, the pieces of that broken heart, for it was indeed broken, had not been left in the dark corner alone. Like a shrine, it had been placed upon a pedestal, kept company, and even cradled. Those shattered pieces had known as much love as the day they were once whole, for in the end, the gold still loved her. Thranduil still loved his pure Arwen. The horror of a new love was wounding, but the threat of losing the light angel with the rose, was the final nail the golden’s coffin.
“N-no…” It comes out like nothing anyone in this world had heard. It came out broken, pained, but from a heart. A wave of weariness washed over him as the last drops of adrenaline and vanity were leaving his system. His voice became just faint a disconnected whisper. “I need her…I need A-rwen.” The name cracked across his lips, and the golden’s battle died with it on the breeze. He stumbles sideways, and lumbers north.
OOC:: WE FINISHED THE UNFINISHED BUSINESS!!
WC:: 798
ATK:: DEF
INJURIES:: Slow from Tingal, Small shallow scratch 4" long on shoulder, bite mark, bruised and cut along edges on the underside of his neck, burns across various parts where metal armor touched, Scattered burns on left shoulder, bruised right side
Haldir-cracked ribs on right side
Identities:: Erebos
Items:: Circlet (polearm)
SUMMARY:: Basically stands where he is while Ophelia talks and circles. He looses sight of her due to her magic, and can not see her. At the end he walks drunkenly north.
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[JUDGED] Unfinished Business
