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eachdraidh2015-02-02 08:37 pm
rangerandking) wrote in eachdraidh2015-02-02 08:37 pm
{Video: Open to Both Courts}
The King is optimistic!
{The musical lilt of the voice is caught somewhere between male and female. Further questions concerning the Fae's gender are introduced when they lift the Locket to peer into it playfully. Eyes the color of sparkling emeralds greet anyone watching until the Fae holds the Locket further back.
They are clothed in the finest of gossamer, yet it hangs just so to keep the mystery alive - not that Aragorn minds or is looking.
He is sitting on a rock nearby, sorting herbs - of the healing sort most likely - for his use should he need them in a hurry. There is a small smile on his face, though he doesn't spare the Fae a glance.}
Am I?
There are many Kings.
{At that, he shifts and looks up, breathing in deeply through his nose.}
Are they ever happy?
Only when a war is won.
And their people are safe. {He finishes and rises, brushing off his pants. Moving to stand beside the Fae - whom he dwarfs in height - he grits his teeth.}
Boe? {"Is it necessary?" The war, that is.}
Who can say? We abide; we keep our home. Would you see it ravaged so?
Û. {"No."}
Rise, Estel, Elessar, Elfstone! Sharpen your blade and show them what peace means to you.
{Aragorn makes a soft sound in his throat and holds out his hand. The Fae drops his Locket onto his palm, flashing a smile.}
{The musical lilt of the voice is caught somewhere between male and female. Further questions concerning the Fae's gender are introduced when they lift the Locket to peer into it playfully. Eyes the color of sparkling emeralds greet anyone watching until the Fae holds the Locket further back.
They are clothed in the finest of gossamer, yet it hangs just so to keep the mystery alive - not that Aragorn minds or is looking.
He is sitting on a rock nearby, sorting herbs - of the healing sort most likely - for his use should he need them in a hurry. There is a small smile on his face, though he doesn't spare the Fae a glance.}
Am I?
There are many Kings.
{At that, he shifts and looks up, breathing in deeply through his nose.}
Are they ever happy?
Only when a war is won.
And their people are safe. {He finishes and rises, brushing off his pants. Moving to stand beside the Fae - whom he dwarfs in height - he grits his teeth.}
Boe? {"Is it necessary?" The war, that is.}
Who can say? We abide; we keep our home. Would you see it ravaged so?
Û. {"No."}
Rise, Estel, Elessar, Elfstone! Sharpen your blade and show them what peace means to you.
{Aragorn makes a soft sound in his throat and holds out his hand. The Fae drops his Locket onto his palm, flashing a smile.}