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( closed ) a royal dragon hunt.
WHO: Herian, Elros, Alistair & Maglor.
WHAT: A Royal dragon hunt.
WHEN: AT THE APPROPRIATE TIME, naturally.
WHERE: in the mountains near Hunter Fell
NOTES: Violence, mostly. If something necessitating a content warning comes up in a tag, please mark it in the subject line and I'll update this here list.
WHAT: A Royal dragon hunt.
WHEN: AT THE APPROPRIATE TIME, naturally.
WHERE: in the mountains near Hunter Fell
NOTES: Violence, mostly. If something necessitating a content warning comes up in a tag, please mark it in the subject line and I'll update this here list.
First they travel to Hunter Fell, and then the King’s hunting lodge, and once preparations are made they move deeper into the mountains.
The sky is almost alarmingly clear. It doesn’t seem mood appropriate, really, for a dragon hunt. Surely the sky should be grey with clouds, as patterned and solid as marble… but no. It is cheerily blue. Clear skies do little to better the temperature, the higher they ascend into the mountains, and Knight Enchanter Amsel’s mood is severe enough to make up for the lack of cloudy weather. It’s not that she’s generally a smiley social butterfly, but now she seems even more the human incarnation of a mountain than usual - stoney and looming, even if technically all of her travelling companions are taller than she. The mountains themselves might prove better conversation partners, though she is at least trying for the sake of the Inquisition’s reputation.
“Remember,” she tells her fellows, “today we represent the Inquisition. We fight not for our own glory, but in the name of the Inquisition. We must all of us keep resolute our focus; the kill is not ours to claim, but the King’s. We bring the dragon to submission, let the King honour his ancestors and their traditions, and we bring honour to the Inquisition and better our chances of protecting Thedas from those that would cast it into ruin and doom all peoples - natives and rifters alike.”
To Elros and Maglor she adds, “I thank you both for offering your services this day. The Inquisition is grateful to you, and your willingness to lend aid to our cause.”
(She and Thranduil might have about as much enthusiasm for each other as cats for water, but he is more than capable, and one who honours his convictions and his word. She would be a simpleton to consider him unworthy of respect and acknowledgement. She does not know, or pretend to know, the ties between all these from other realms, delivered to them by the rifts, but she does not dismiss them.)
So, time to go fight a dragon.
Or, as the laws of ”of course this is happening” would have it, two dragons, and possibly any dragonlings they call from the caves and rocks to assist them.
Oh, good.
Things happen rather quickly. The second emerges from the same cave as the first, both moving fast. Mature dragons are not to be trifled with. Four is a fine number for one, but for two at once?
"Warden, to me." He's close to her than either of the others - it seems logical. "We all protect the King at any cost, but remember: the kill belongs to the King!"
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But slowly the fear will settle as Elros keeps talking to him, moving, and showing he's alright. So Maglor manages a wane smile.
"Thank you. I am far from a healer, Elros. I have done what little I can though.
"Ah! You may be mortal now, but you can improve!"
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Elros pats his arm, trying not to move too much and upset the bandages.
"You know enough battlefield medicine to be able to tell how minor this is! Even for one of your human soldiers, long ago! I'll be fine. And I'll speak to aunt Galadriel, if it makes you feel better. Alright?"
He snorts.
"You just like sending me to Maedhros to do drills."
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And he loves Elros all the more for calming him down. Maglor leans in to brush a gentle kiss to his temple.
"It will make me feel much better if you do. I know you are fine, but Elros...I do not like you getting hurt, however minor." But he also knows he can't stop his head-strong son from going out and fighting.
...Ok that remark earns a sudden grin.
"...I cannot deny that."
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Elros smiles at the affection.
"Worry wart. Shall I be annoying at him for you then?"
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He ruffles Elros' hair gently but playfully.
"Is that not one of your many talents, yonya?"
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"Is there anything in particular I should be annoying about?" He grins.
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But his primary focus is always Elros.
"Hmm...I think you can figure that out yourself." He's trusting you baby, annoy his big brother to the best of your skill!
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"As annoying as I want?"
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Maglor's own smile turns juuust about as wicked. Elros is also a very bad influence.
"I'll tell you an extra story tonight if you do," he promises.
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"I will hold you to that!" He promises in return