Charging down the beach, with mane pulled aside by the wind and sand kicking up in a grand display, the gold came crashing into the surf. Haldir dashed and skirted from the way, his high head of antlers shaking and tossing with some inner wildness of youth still buried deep. The gold though ran on straight, as waves crashed over he broke through, letting his cloven hooves dig in the sand for grip. When a larger wave came, the stag had to shrink back, but the gold collected himself and leapt up over it with the fine style. It was pity he didn’t quite land that way. The force of the wave knocked him off and he came with a most ungraceful crash back into the sea where the wave rolled over him once more, dousing his head in saltwater. When hooves kicked below to stand, they found nothing, as the tide had pulled him out. Snorting out the saltwater, the gold let it the water pull. His hooves kicking into a rhythm swim.

Haldir seeing the horns just over the waves calls, but the gold does not answer. The stag tilted his head and moved to go out further (threatening is how grip of the sandy bottom) when a voice called from shore. The dark stag jumped. He usually heard all before they came, so being snuck up on was a rare sensation (and one he didn’t enjoy). But the roar of the waves had stolen that ability. Moon eyes turns back to the dunes to see a femme graceful and light coming towards them. Large ears fall back and then turn forwards towards the gold out in the water.

”Tolpen” [Someone comes] The deer could feel the gold’s groan in his own throat. Still the stag thought it for the best, the gold was getting further and further out. The gold head was seen now turning back and the deer’s face returned to his light grin as he looked back to the coming creature. She was small and young, with her extremities dipped in light blue. Her walk though was easy, and her manners seemingly kept well. The dark tail of the deer began to wag.

As cloven hooves finally gripped sand again, and the waves crashed over his back as he came in the gold finally turned his attention to the femme. Her voice cuts through the low roar of the surf, loud enough, but still soft and gentle. Her hesitations then cause him to pause, his mind cranking awake. Haldir looked back to the gold, slightly regretting being grateful he had come back in. “Slightly.” A grin awakes on his face and now it’s the dark stag’s turn to want to groan.

A tremble of cool runs down the gold’s back causing him to shake for, mane letting water fly all about, then clinging back to his neck. It had grown long in the past few years and now reached the bottom of his chest. Haldir broke away from his ill growing feelings by stepping from the waters towards the cream girl. His dark but bright face inviting her in. Thranduil may return to his malicious ways, the deer’s mood was not to grow sullen again. This was the first creature in a long time they had met who actually seemed shy, and nice. The deer didn’t want to ruin it.  

As the deer stops the gold looks back. She at least wasn’t a terrible thing to look at, though mellow in features, yet he had never seen her before. It wasn’t the rarest of occurrences, but he usually knew most. “What brings you here on so fine a day?” His sweet voice rolled, with the growing grin, playing some nice kindly gentleman for now. Once he gained a little information, that grin was always likely to turn to a smirk. He at last noticed her hesitation and already one side of his lips began to curl. “Come on in, there’s no monsters.” Liar.


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