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Thranduil They had grown…The gold crowned head shook, trying to rid his mind of them, but they were there, and on his back. White scales now stretched the length of his spine and sprouted from the sides of his mane all the way to his poll. Had they not been on his back he might had admired their beauty. A pearly white reflecting the neon colors of this world. But they were not some randomly found trinket. They were attached to him. And they weren’t coming off. And today it seemed, they would also be a beacon. He had just stepped from under the roots they nested in when the scales shivered and sent a chill down his spine before they began to heat. The scales lifted, pulling, and the gold found his legs drawn to a direction. Yet…the gold does not give too much effort in resisting. As he looks back at his small sleeping tree, where Haldir still slept, he lets himself be taken, doing his best to not let himself question his own motives. Not question why he felt it was ok to let some strange force pull him from his family. So he ended up here, in the growing gathering. Earth eyes spark with gold as they recognize faces, pleased to see not all had perished. Certainly not all. Then the wanna-be-god speaks. The gold listens with an annoyed air, but humored the creature who for some reason found use for them. Perhaps he was having a good laugh afterall. Shaking his head the gold lets the message become clear. Learn? What else were they going to do. They’d have to learn or be killed by some glowing eyed cretin. Some snap their anger, but the gold could care less, other than to sit back and wait for fireworks, he was ever watchful, ever a shadow. Learning and mindful already. "talk talk talk"

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