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Long time no see, everyone! Omg. I'm going to be attempting to bring this muse back within the next couple of days. If any of you would like to continue threads, please shoot me a message, and if anyone would like to start something, either give this post a like or come into my askbox! :3
Your world will b u r n !
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|| ★ — : A wry smile spread across her lips at the expression on the Elvenking’s face. Catching people off guard had always greatly entertained her, Thranduil was no exception. On his few jaunts into Lorien, the Greenwood’s previous king would oft be accompanied by his son. Gaeleth had known him briefly in her childhood, remembering fondly the times she would beg the him to climb trees and spar with her. It had taken several attempts to get Thranduil to fully surrender his princely ego and play with her; the pride instilled by his father unwilling to waver at the whims of a child. He would bend to her will in the end and surely have more fun with her than he would ever let on… Oh how she longed so simpler days.
“I’m afraid you are wrong, you highness.” Gaeleth murmured, her voice teasing as she squeezed his hand gently "I speak only truth…" Her gaze followed his, silver hues flitting out across the winding landscape once more, mind as far from the Greenwood as it had been before the King’s arrival in her chambers. Though her heart grieved, to see that her betrothed was in no better shape than she herself; it brought forth a need to find a means to heal them both. A small sigh escaped her lips as her thoughts returned to home, wishing they could escape in midst of the golden trees as they once had when they were young…
The smile was back on her face in a matter of moments as she turned her face from the window to look at her husband to be. "Let us drain the poison and soften your heart." The she-elf said, standing gracefully with his hand still in hers "As I recall my methods tempered that stone heart of yours once before, though under much different circumstances than this." It had been centuries since she had been in his company. Could they still play as they once had when they were young? She needed it more than she could express, to feel buoyant once more, to feel like her old self. It was the only way she could heal truly heal, she understood that now.
She did not falter as she coaxed the king to his feet, fingers entwining as they lead him from her dim chambers into the corridor beyond "Let us venture beyond these walls. Lead me into the trees beyond them."
⊰☾⊱ — ; While the Elvenking stayed silent, allowing the she-elf to direct him where she pleased, he was not at all in agreement with her wishes. He knew all too well what her 'adventures' entailed, and this certainly was not the time for them. They were not children anymore. They were of royalty; having important matters to attend to and a reputation to uphold. Gallivanting around a forest (no matter what beauty it beheld), seemed highly impractical, if not dangerous. Thranduil knew not what did or didn't lurk within the shadows of the forest, and while vanquished, the fear of evil still remained within the Sindar's heart. After all, wherever there is light, darkness is naught far.
Even still, despite the inklings of paranoia, Thranduil allowed her to lead him through the cavern halls, and beyond the gates of his kingdom; with hopes that perhaps this would wipe away her reclusive behavior and make her feel more at ease.
It had been quite some time since the Elvenking had ventured beyond the walls of his stone-laden domain. Stormy hues screwed momentarily, before adjusting to the harsh rays of the sun. A relaxing, almost melodic rush of the river below filled his ears, helping soothe his ever-mounting nerves. It was truly a beautiful sight, this wood. Brilliant shades of green painted the canopy, whilst flowers and other brightly colored shrubbery added color to the forest floor.
As the pair crossed over the bridge leading away from the safety of the kingdom, Thranduil paused, turning to look at the she-elf beside him. "Do not set yourself up with false hope," he advised, suddenly breaking the silence between the two. "Enjoy yourself -- do not dwell on my well-being. While I do recognize the beauty this forest offers, I fear I will never truly appreciate it as you do. I did not have the privilege of getting oneself lost in the wood for hours -- I was taught properly, brought up as a Sindarin. I know only of books and customs -- the ways of our people. I may have enjoyed it when I was younger, but even then I did not fully understand. I do not mean to instill negativity on this day, but only wish to remind you that times are different now."
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs DARK ᴀɴᴅ CRUEL.
ɪғ ɪᴛ ғɪɴᴅs ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ { smallest } ʀᴀʏ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ, IT DESTROYS IT.
ↁαякηєѕѕ Ɍєɪɢηѕ
⊰☾⊱ — ; Rarely did the Elvenking venture away from his kingdom, these days of late; preferring to stay deep within the confines of his caverns, whilst his guard combated the darkness encroaching upon his lands. Though when spiders turned to orcs, and these orcs grew far too bold for their own good -- slowly eating away at the edge of his forest, until all that remained was desolation -- it left the king little room for any other means of action.
----Dol Guldur.
It's thin, jagged spires, and lack of proper wall structure gave wonder to how it still stood. After the initial purge of the old kingdom, the Sindar thought he'd never lay eyes upon this godforsaken place ever again -- for it was upon this very soil, that his queen had been slain. Albeit when whispers of returning evils eventually unearthed evidence alongside, it seemed a return to dissuade any such claim, was most ideal.
Crossing the broken, thorn-covered bridge, Thranduil lead his men deep into the ruin. Eerie whistles of the prairie wind out yonder, slipped through the broken stone, mixing with the near silent footfalls of the troop. The place appeared to be utterly abandoned -- not even so much as a rat occupying the space. Though even still, the Elvenking and company could not shake the ever increasing blanket of darkness in which befell them, the further inside they tread.
As they reached the outskirts of the ancient domain, coming upon a cliff, Thranduil stopped. There, pushed dangerously against the edge, stood a sight in which the Sindar had naught seen before. A she-elf, ghostly blue in color, stood at the ready; her bow drawn back in means of attack. Her eyes glowed unnervingly crimson, giving her an appearance most menacing, if not exotic.
Holding up a single hand, Thranduil halted his company from pressing forward. While she appeared to be kin, the draw of a weapon -- though oddly not pointed their way -- had them using caution. "Mani rashwe llie --" The Elvenking suddenly broke away into silence, as tiny hairs on the back of his neck raised alongside his adrenaline. A breath -- corroded and vile -- swept across the side of his face, giving way to a presence otherwise unseen. In one swift movement, the Elvenking responded, brandishing his sword, cleaving his would-be attacker's head and with it, the veil.
Cries suddenly rang out behind him as the sound of steel connecting with steel was heard. Orcs -- vast in number -- now surrounded the entire company, having been shrouded by an unknown force. The mysterious she-elf from before, was lost amidst the sea of chaos, a mass of Orcs blocking the way. "Maetho na lû n’i maethorath dangen!" Echoed off the Elvenking's lips, before he too was dragged into chaos.
⊰☾⊱ — ; Images of a most scarring past (literal and otherwise), flash before his eyes, upon reveal of the creature. This beast -- while giving off a strange air of reserve -- still brought forth the once-walled terror within the Elvenking. For he knew all too well what these beasts were truly capable of. -- And to have one so close to his own kingdom, his kin...it was a highly distressing matter, indeed.
Fear soon turned to anger, as the Sindar regained control of thoughts; focusing in on the event currently playing itself out in front of him. Uncannily mirroring that of a wild animal who had been pushed into a corner, the Elvenking brandished his blade; a primal look overtaking the majority of his features. "Verya llie naa nae sehan aul amin ardhon, feuyaer tigin," he hissed, staying his blade -- if only momentarily.
⊰☾⊱ — ; Severe scrutiny was etched across the Elvenking's expression, as he spotted the other's gaze from afar. This stranger was adorned with armor resembling that of his guard, albeit the Sindar did not recognize the face attached to said articles of clothing. It was highly divergent from the norm -- seeing as it was a small kingdom -- if not a bit unnerving.
Only then did the king approach; his steps predatory, his gaze conveying utmost mistrust. "You there, guardsman," he beckoned, stopping not but a few feet from the other elf. "What is your name? I'm afraid I do not recall a face such as your's within the walls of my kingdom."
"Your world will burn" (aka Thranduil being a badass)
⊰☾⊱ — ; There was a hint of upset lingering within the Elvenking's otherwise icy stare. Not so much for the disobedience his son displayed, but for the possibility that he may not have returned at all.
"I was under the impression that my orders were of the clearest," the Elder spoke, coolness radiating from his statement. "None were to leave the kingdom, and they certainly weren't advised to leave the realm completely. Just what were you hoping to accomplish, that would have you deliberately disobeying my orders, may I ask?"
"This old ent has seen a lot of things in his time. This, however, is new."
⊰☾⊱ — ; "As it is to I." The Elvenking's brows furrowed together then, lithe hand coming to place itself upon the tainted bark of the nearest tree. "The sickness within this wood continues to spread, and nothing I nor my people do, halts it."
Do not TEST me
( Ω ]—; There was a humored chuckle as the Ranger hastened his footfalls some towards the Elvin king, intending to provide purchase should his senses fail him, and there was something highly comedic in seeing such an ethereal and poised man suddenly falter so. But Vlad kept his humors in check and suppressed his own laughter, knowing it may be rather untoward towards the sovereign. “I beg your pardon, but with your watch inundated I thought perhaps I might temporarily take their places until they recover," he supplemented with an easy smile, remembering their compromised positions in their alcoves secreted away and simply wrought with the indulgence of alcohol. "That pleases me. But are you really, Majesty?”
⊰☾⊱ — ; The Sindar turned slightly then; cerulean hues hazed by liquor, fixed themselves upon the other. "How thoughtful," he mused, thin fingers gliding strategically across furniture, giving off the fallacy of control, as he crossed the room toward his trusted informant. "I may have forgotten my limits this nigh...but I assure you all is well." His admittance is quickly followed by a dismissive wave of his hand, as well as a stagger in his step -- however slight it may have been. "Perhaps you'd care to join me? It has been ages since I've shared festivity with another -- always preferring quiet indulgence in seclusion, as opposed to the other."
' not at all ——- you, however, seem a bit…what is the term, now? intoxicated. ‘ he would allow the touch, not at all surprised.
he places a single finger against the other's lips.
'nonsense. i am nothing of the sort. '
