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Thranduil	It is shortly after the battle in Mirkwood which took the lives of many Silvan Elves, and wrecked a good bit of forest. The Silvan Elves locked themselves up tight within the Halls of The Elvenking, fortifying the gates and blocking off every possible entrance. Unfortunately the Elvenking is /outside/ of those walls, near the entrance to the forest. He is currently laying on his side on the ground, a single ray of light peeking through the canopy.
Fang	Fang has a promise to keep, which is looking into the whole portal deal. He has poked those portals, got thrown through the portals and found away back again. He has tried to figure them out-- even seen if he can maybe get them to send him back home! ...so far.. no luck. Then top that off with the fact of lack of money, mixed with lack of supplies, and if not for running into the Kryptons.. he may also have already eaten all the bread the elves here gave him! So its no small wonder that the young man with his white braided hair, vibrant blue near cat-like eyes and slightly elf like ears has made his way back to Mirkwood. Though his surprise is what he finds as he does come back to the enchanted forest. Those blue eyes narrow sharply as he sneers his teeth, which have slightly sharp canines for any human or elf. The sword that is buy his side, a type of orc like weapon is drawn out and he slowly makes his way toward the forest edge. Which is about when he notices someone there at the very edge itself and his eyes go wide as he realizes who it is. "Thranduil!" With a quick burst of speed and leaping over a rock, he makes his way over to the elf kings side, easily sliding across the ground to get over there quicker, though the sword never leaves his hand. He only holds the hilt backwards, with the non-edge of the blade resting against the backside of his arm. "Hey, your highness.. I would ask if you are alright, but that be a complete understatement. Why are you out here? -- Like this..." He does make motion with his hand to make sure the king is /honestly/ alright, but he also keeps his hand back, knowing himself as an Emperor how such a situation may make him feel if someone just flat /out/ grabbed him. Worse, one that was not even his own. Though his gaze did peer around, as he tried to piece together what happened here and more correct-- where were his other elves?! Seriously!
Thranduil	Thranduil hears a voice that sounds distant, muffled. As Fang comes closer to him, he rouses and grimaces, trying to push himself up by one elbow. His other arm and part of his side is singed, the sturdy Elven cloth not burning away entirely, but unfortunately the Elf beneath didn't fare quite as well. "We were attacked." He says simply, emitting a muffled grunt as he sits up. A branch of his crown has broken, dangling by a strip of bark. "Lezard. That was his name. Part of the forest has been ransacked, many Silvan Elves died. Bahamut helped, I am uncertain if he survived."
Fang	"Who..?" Fang asks the Elven king, giving him a confused look. He doesn't offer help to the king, though if needed, he makes sure he is knelt such away that the king can use his shoulder to help sit up or at least stand. "..And Lezard huh.. can't say I've heard of them, then again.." He shealths his sword as he speaks, feeling as if its safe for now. Reaching into his back to pull out what he has left of the Lembas Bread, then breaking off a piece of it to hand the elven king.. if he'll take it. ".. I haven't really been able to meet allot of people. Longest conversation I have had has been with you and some researchers." Fang then takes notice of the burn and furrows his brows in mild annoyance, before he looks toward the path. "We need to get you to shelter.. back to your people's care."
Thranduil	"They should be fortified within the kingdom. They were right to not come looking for me." Thranduil manages to get himself to his feet with much effort, surveying the land and looking upon it with the most sorrowful expression. "I will be fine," The regal King says, trying not to wobble. "My people will not be, however. I must think of a way to console them. Then I will seek out this Lezard figure and destroy him." He looks to Fang and holds up a hand when he offers the bread. "Keep it, you will need it."
Fang	Fang shrugs then and stands up along side the elven king as he stores away the bread, "..Suit yourself." He then looks around once more, before he looks back at Thranduil. He shakes his head softly before he crosses his arms over his chest. "Well, I would say we need to get you back to your keep, cause who knows if that Lezard is still out here." He then takes a step toward the path and pauses. "..Then once you get back, probably send some scouts out to check to make sure they /are/ not still around." The young man then shakes his head. "Talk about an ass for not finish thing to job. Never get why some people come and run. If your going to pick a fight, just finish it. Talk about a coward." He then huffs to the side. "Then again, I knew some clans like that too. Cause trouble, then run, we managed to make them regret it later when they tried to take our people's coffers."
Thranduil	Thranduil starts moving toward the path leading to his kingdom, narrowing his eyes at Fang. "I suppose the murder of dozens of Nandor and try to invade my kingdom?" He sounds quite angry, stumbling here and there as he traverses the difficult path. "Would you prefer he killed ALL the Nandor and leveled the woodland kingdom?! I will not allow anyone to bring ruin to this realm. I thought you were an ally of Mirkwood. Where do you stand?"
Fang	Fang raises a brow as he listens to Thranduil and shakes his head slightly. Huffing a bang out of his face, "Look. I said nothing about you risking all your people." He keeps his voice calm, even his words are rather precise. "Hell, I didn't even say anything about risking any of your people. I was talking about that moron Lezard-- or whatever their name was.. and they doing what they did, then running off like a coward. Which is what thieves all are.. cowards." Fang doesn't leave Thranduil's side, even if the king isn't apparently thinking to straight. "It is also why I suggested scouts. Not many, you know? Only a few. Just to make sure the moron is gone or not. If he isn't gone, then I'll go deal with him myself. Easy as that. You don't risk any of your men and you can get yourself better." Fang then stops for a moment and places out his hands to the side, "As for where I stand. I stand by the strong and those willing to fight. You helped me out, when you could have turned my away. I owe you for that and its the only reason I even came back here, because I keep my word." Fang then jabs his thumb at himself. "I told you I give you my help, didn't I? And I've come back, haven't I? I tried to look into those portals-- but that is going to have to wait, considering there is bigger problems now." The young man sighs as he shakes his head again. "So don't bare your teeth at me or I'll just turn right back around and you go back one ally short." Those vibrant eyes narrow faintly, not out of anger, but discontent for being spoken to in such a manner. "..and right now, I say you can use all the allies you can get, your highness."
Thranduil	Thranduil leans against a tree and holds his side. "I misinterpreted. My apologies." He did think Fang was talking about Lezard laying waste to the people he is sworn to protect, remembering the carnage of wars from the past. An Elf's memory is nearly flawless, and he can remember every terrible moment. I will send out a few scouts. You are right. We can use all the allies we can muster. With the war coming, and now these outsiders waging war against us, I am uncertain as to how we will survive."
Fang	Fang watches the elf king lean against the tree and looks ahead a bit. He crosses his arms over his chest as he hums. "Its fine. Just don't get so fired up. Things may be stressful, but any good ruler has to keep a calm head on their shoulders, you know? But I'm probably giving advice here to the wrong side, given you already showed you got a ton of patience." Fang thinking back when he first met Thranduil and the whole deal with Mihk. "Though.. the real question I wonder is how they knew to get to you guys so easily. It isn't an easy walk and with the enchanted forest.." Fang narrows his eyes and sneers his teeth a bit. "..nrrh. Thoughts for when we get back, right." The young man turns to look at Thranduil, "Now come on. We will be there soon and if we slow down, it will only take longer for a healer to see to that wound of yours." Fang then looks away. "..and if you need a shoulder to lean on for a bit, you can use mine.. but I also understand fully what it means to keep up appearances in front of the people.." He last words were said gently. His own thoughts drifting back to him, as he rubs his hands together. "...damn you Clunea.." he says an almost whisper.
Thranduil	"I am six thousand years old. I believe I have mastered patience." It's an odd moment of sarcasm from Thranduil as he looks aside at Fang, catching his breath. "He summoned an army of undead. We came to stop them. Then he summoned an undead dragon and began casting spells. " He manages a thin lipped smile. "A bit of athelas and I'll be as good as new. We should perhaps consider erecting a fence." As he begins moving again, he asks, "What is Clunea?"
Fang	"A fence maybe be good." Fang agrees, "Line it with some archers and just rain terror on anyone who doesn't give the magic word or something." Though he does frown at the mention of undead summoning and an undead dragon. The dragon part causes he eyes to sharply narrow with his brow really knitted tight as his hands clench for a moment. "...Hm. Calling forth the dead from their rest to your dirty work.. yeah.. I would have really placed my sword right between their eyes.." Fang then looks over to Thranduil, "..and you overheard that huh?" He looks away once more frowning. "..Clunea is.. well.. she is wench, at least far as I am concerned right now." He gives a firm nod. "..and that may be even being nice to her." Fang then tsks softly. "She stripped me of all my power," The young man then looks to the elf king, "Reverted my kid like form, before I fledged, and threw me right out of my own world-- to well--" He places out his hands, "This place!" His hands drop by his side. "I now have to figure out how to undo what she did, get back home, and then kick your sorry winged rear-end."
Thranduil	Thranduil purses his lips. "I can offer you my help. I am curious, though. What do you mean by fledged?" Uh oh. This could go sideways very quickly. "These woods were once full of life and sunshine.The evil will never go away. It is an oncoming mass with no beginning and no end." He leans against a tree again, perhaps starting to ramble as his stamina runs out. "They come from the south...a neverending source of hatred and sickness and death. So much...death." Thranduil starts to sink down the trunk of the tree, his eyes almost closed.
Fang	"Fledged? It means before we take on our true forms of our clan. There is allot clans. Ha. I should know. We have beaten every single one of them in some way when I..." Fang stops as he notices Thranduil leaning against another tree. "Thranduil..?" He listens to what the man has to say before he watches him start to slide down. He tsks softly and his brows furrow. He keeps his thoughts to himself-- for once-- and actually goes over to the elf king. This time weather he likes it or not, he slides one arm over to his other shoulder. Then goes to try and get the elf king back to his feet. "Come on now. This is no time to rest. We are almost there and like you said-- there is evil out here, right? Your the people's king. They need you and me leaving your side isn't an option. Now come on!" Fang grunts, "..why don't you tell me about this.. place of the south.. that is causing you people so much trouble."
Thranduil	Thranduil manages to not make any sound as he's helped to his feet, blinking back awake. "Dol Guldur. It means Hill of Dark Sorcery. It was once called Amon Lanc, and was the home of the Nandor under the rule of my father before they were forced to withdraw to the north to avoid conflict with Lorien and Moria. Sauron took it over and turned it into a place of evil and hate. He was once banished from its walls, but has taken up residence once again."
Fang	Fang listens to what Thranduil has to say and hmms gently, "Sounds like this Sauron is a real piece of work." His voice sounding very dry as he speaks, none to kind either. "Any know weakness about him?" The young man asks looking at the elf king, before he looks ahead to see if he can spot the keep ahead or if the forest still hides it from view.
Thranduil	"He means to unleash a weapon that will destroy everything." Thranduil says quietly. "Within the walls of our kingdom we can endure. As for weaknesses, I do not know. He has come back stronger and summoned nine wraiths to serve him. I want no part of this war. We will construct more tunnels within the mountain."
Fang	Fang frowns softly as Thranduil brings up he wants no part in the war and shakes his head gently. "As much has I hate to tell you this, Thranduil-- but war waits for no one. You can stock up much has you like, lay down as many traps, but eventually.. war will find this place.. and in some ways.." Fang looks back over his shoulder and some of the area that has already been hit. "..it already has.." His words are soft, concern hinted in them as he looks back at the elf king. "The best defense can be sometimes the best offense.. but like all defenses.. someone will find away to get past.. and with no offense at ready.. your people.. your kingdom.. is a sitting target." The young man looks away. "But this is your kingdom and your people. I don't have a right to tell you how to do things-- no one does.. but I can voice my concern."
Thranduil	Thranduil looks up as they come to the sunny area where the water rushes over the rocks. It is a bit of a mess with broken branches everywhere, but the damage isn't as bad as other places. He calls out in Sindaran, and the gates finally open. Several elves run out to meet their injured King and look to Fang with apprehension. "He is not a threat." Thranduil says in regards to Fang. "Bring him a satchel of Lembas bread. It will aid him in his ventures." He almost falls again, grimacing at a show of weakness. The Elves offer to take him off Fang's hands, chattering amongst themselves. They've had quite a rough evening.
Fang	Fang lets go of the Elven king once the others come running out to get to him. He stands back not sure if he should walk forward though the gates or not. Though he looks for the sun and his eyes drift over to where the evil is or at least in the direction he figures it will be. He stares off that way for awhile, as his eyes narrow and his hand clenches, then relaxes, and clenches again. "..great evil that only grows stronger.." Fang repeats back to himself. "Hm. Guess I'll find out how strong in due time.."
Thranduil	The Elves usher Fang toward the gates. The kingdom is rather huge past those gates, much bigger than one would believe. Are they forest elves or mountain elves? Thranduil is taken down to another level while Fang is taken to another area with ornate wood and stone tables. A tray containing wine, cheese and bread is brought to him so that he may replenish his strength. They assume he was part of the battle. The word 'athelas' is thrown around a lot amongst the Elves, and it isn't too long before Thranduil emerges, wearing his ornate silver robe with an outer layer of a crimson chinelle type fabric with a length trailing behind him. "I see you have been brought in safely."
Fang	Fang follows those who take him and takes a seat at the table. Once the food is brought out, along with the wine, he takes only what he needs of it, nothing more. Then starts to eat, he does show his manners here and also thanks those that do. Once the elf king shows up, he is sipping the glass of win and looks over to him. His eyes blink a few times, before he places down the wine glass with simple ease as if he has done this a million times where the bottom barely makes a sound against the stone table. "You have some really good healers. Glad to see you are better."
Thranduil	"There is a plant we cultivate called athelas. It creates a healing salve that can heal most wounds. If you require a place to stay, you are welcome to seek refuge here. What you said about war, earlier...you are right. But this war is not one we can fight and win. Thousands would die, pointlessly. To fight against such reckless evil would be foolish."
Fang	Fang gives a nod to the Elf king and sits back in the chair, crossing his arms over his chest in thought. "I'll take you up on that offer, your highness. I haven't slept in an actual bed for well.. awhile." He smirks faintly. "No money. No inn room." He shrugs lightly. "Guess I'll have to find a job later." The young man then looks over to the elf king, "..Maybe. From what I have seen of the Multiverse thus far-- which is the reason you have new stars and such, there are some pretty powerful forces out there. But.." He then shakes his head, ".. hard to say what of those powers can be trusted and what of those powers are all talk and no action." Fang then reaches over to finish off the glass of wine, before he goes to stand up. "If you don't mind, your highness. I'd like to go ahead and retire. Also if you like, I'll give some thought on the situation. Maybe I can do the looking for you of allies and report back to you what I find. That way you can take care of your people-- and I can be your eyes and ears outside these walls." Fang then shrugs, "..and given I am a total stranger and have no connection back here beyond what we talk about. None would be the wiser."
Thranduil	Thranduil lifts a hand and a pair of Elves bow their heads and go to prepare one of the alcoves for Fang. "The stars are cold, not warm as they were before." He turns around when Fang mentions being a scout for allies. "That is an offer I am willing to accept. You may retire to your bed. I will have fresh food and drink brought to you so you may have it available. I thank you for your assistance." He bows his head and lowers his eyes in appreciation. "Rest well."