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Pretty straight forward. You have an idea you want to play out with Elrond, throw up a starter or plotting comment and we'll go from there.

Haven't threaded with me before but want to try something different than how you found this journal? That's fine too! I'm always open to new RP partners.

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He frowned, then bent over to speak softly to his mount. He gave the stallion's neck a fond pat a moment later as the handsome head was tossed, and straightened to offer a hand to Sye. "My horse has agreed to carry us both. It is an hour's ride."

The barest of hesitations as he heard the unspoken protest of his men. "Provided you do not attack me, of course," he said oh so blandly.

She watches as he speaks to his house, her eyes wide and her expression filled with honest delight.

"You can speak with animals," she breathes in hushed joy, but not expecting an answer. Oh how it reminds her of old friends.

The offer of a hand from a stranger still gets to her, a punch to some place under her ribs. This is even more than that. Such trust is practically earthshaking for her. And indeed, her hand trembles a bit as she places it in his.

"May the gods of your people strike me down should I ever bring you to harm, my lord."

"He understands my words and I sense his emotions. We are old friends and know to read each other."

Elrond was patient, abruptly seeing a sense of wariness, of vulnerability to her. He could see why Maglor would be drawn to her. His smile gentled at the trust she placed in him. He helped her mount behind him.

"Perhaps they guided your steps here. I think they would not do you harm now." If they did, he'd be less than pleased. He showed her where to hold on, then nudged his mount into an easy lope, leading the way through the forest.

Elves of this world are so...magical, for lack of a better word. And this opinion coming from one who could summon horses made of shadow. It means something.

She's lighter than he probably expects her to be when he helps pull her up. Perhaps almost half the weight of a human her size, even taking her gear into consideration. So it's very easy for her to mount up behind him.

"You would know better than I, sir." It's the most polite thing she could say. Because the idea that maybe the gods of Arda had been influencing the day's events was a bit unsettling for her, considering what Maglor has told her if his past. What if their survival had been because of a plan thwarted, rather than fulfilled? It's best she not speculate aloud. These were not her lands to be going around denouncing the deities.