[Open: To the homeless, a haven.]

[thehiddenking]

WHO: Thingol & Open!
WHAT: He is coming to grips with his new situation and planning for the future.
WHEN: Guardian, 9:43 Dragon
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: You can reach me on Plurk @ tiger_eyes or through PM/DM for plotting. I am happy to write starters.

He had thought, initially, that he was dreaming. Death had surely fallen upon him - thus freeing his spirit from his body - but instead of him stepping into the Halls of Mandos, he encountered a vicious demon bent on not only annihilating him but all around him. Thingol wasn't a coward - despite what popular opinion might say of him on Middle Earth - and so he had drawn his blade and fought side by side with a few that showed nothing but bravery in the face of a monstrosity.

The entire experience had felt unreal to him - even as he cut into the beast - however the moment he was wounded, he had begun to realize that he was not dreaming. He was not even dead! His body had traveled with him - thanks to gods or a spell - and, by Eru, he was alive again. The shock had remained with him as he traveled to Skyhold and it lingered as he made himself acquainted with the Inquisition and their actions.

Once he had been a mighty King, proud and ready to face any and all who threatened his kingdom. The Dwarves, the Nauglímir and the Silmaril had broken him of his pride - a positive change some might say - though it left him at a loss as to what to do with his time or where it should be spent best. For now, he walked the full expanse of Skyhold, breathing in the mountain air and letting his spirit and body settle into this new way of life; a life where he was not a king or even a lord. A life where Elves were valued very little.

A small smile touched his lips as he paused, peering out over the lands to the north. The Elves deserved a fine leader; someone or someones who could unite them and give them back their worth. Oh yes, that would be a fine use of his time indeed.

For now, all who approached him would be met with a piercing, calculating stare. If you think this Elf will be dominated or belittled so easily, you have the wrong idea. Aranrúth was loyally sheathed at his hip and Thingol took full advantage of his six foot and eight inches of height.

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[thehiddenking]

Thingol abided by manners all his own. He was not particularly accustomed to social cues - or he outright ignored them - and if he saw fit to touch another to confirm a conjecture, by Eru, he would do so. He was lucky that Iskandar had such a kind disposition.

"Do you keep many?" lovers, "I thought Men were like Elves in their courting?" meaning that if an Elf slept with someone - be they Elf or another race - a marriage was sealed.

"Thank you." he nudged his mare into a brisk trot, tying his long silver hair back as if the pace made no difference to him. Elves.

[conqueredhearts]

"I am not certain what the habits of elves are actually. I know some who enjoy to sleep about and some who do not. Much like mankind." As for many... "I had many in life as well as three wives. Here I have but two and a friend that I also enjoy bedding. Though I am always open to more."

He was not actually flirting with that last comment, just making a statement as he urged Bucephalus into a trot as well, easily keeping up just like any man used to being on the back of a horse.