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bathsheba

Galahad, the child’s name was Galahad. If I was being honest - which I currently am - it sounds strange on my tongue, reminding me of far off lands rather than the one I grew up in. It was a nice strange, I think. His manners were impressive, quiet smiles and curious sniffles without being too invasive. I almost questioned the validity of his parentage while Thranduil spun half-hearted taunts over imaginary offenses. The golden beast was either lacking in his faculties or purposely ignoring my frightened concerns. (Don’t let him get to you darling,) Owl’s soft whisper tickles the shell of my ear. (He spins nothing but false pretenses, he is a man.) (He is a liar.) I cock my head, just barely noticeable as Asterisk speaks his opinion. It has been many days, at least since Helovia, that I have heard his voice. It is bold and wary, as I should be, as I am. Thranduil’s words are sharp, “It’s probably too salty for him anyway.”, and his smirk gilded with judgment. My ears slip and slide across the crown of my head, I am unsure of what to think, or if I should consider his opinion at all. He has clearly forgone my own. “Oh shut up would you?” I snap as irritation begins its slow ascent through my veins. If I know anything, it is that I am afraid and unappreciative of his treatment of it. My skin yet trembles, eyes sweeping over the two bodies before me and the wicked rocks on the beach. There is something else, something… new creeping at the back of my head. Almost like, almost like being (watched). THUM “What‘s that?” My voice quakes, my head whips about, searching. THUM It comes again, and I swear- it is closer. I look toward Thranduil to see if he hears it too, or perhaps… I am beginning to imagine things. "Talk."  Galahad (ooc - ooooh spooky) all that glitters is not gold

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