{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is sprawled and glorious in a way few can mimic. Elves! His hand rests on a blue egg while a second, silver egg, rests in his lap. His children.}

What can I expect - {A hesitation and he smiles, thinly, coolly.} What can we expect when these hatch?

{Who is "we"? Don't ask.}

Furthermore, though this feels like the wrong time to do so, allow me to introduce myself: I am Thranduil, Elven-King of the Woodland Realm.

{The rings on his fingers tap against the eggshells; he could crush them, bare-handed and usually he would be tempted with anything regarding Dragons. However...

These are his, Dragons or not.}

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[spacegoat]

[ But those ears are so TINY???

(Thank you, WoW, for having elves with over a foot of pointy ear.) ]

The dragons of my world, they are different too, but most of them, they are friendly. The blue and the black, not always so much.

[ She smiles again. ]

You will be a very good father, yes? Helping on their path, it is best for little ones of any kind.

[tauraran]

{They are the perfect size, how dare you. WoW you made them too dramatic!}

There was another who spoke to me of color affecting personality. Could you be from the same world as Wrathion?

{His chin lifts the slightest bit.}

I have a son; I know what children need.

[spacegoat]

[ 20% ears, 80% elf. Perfect calculations! (Not.)

At the mention of Wrathion, she perks up a bit and smiles again. ]

Yes! I am knowing of the Black Prince, he is one of the few good black ones. Always is helping the heroes of our world.

[ At his little 'correction', she just cocks her head to the side a bit. ]

That is very good, yes. I am a teacher, I am knowing it as well. Dragons, they are a little different from the child, no?

[tauraran]

{Only if you want them flapping in the wind! Or to be the target of arrows. Ouch.}

... {He had not fully realized Wrathion's nature, however it doesn't shock him. If anything, the fact Wrathion had hidden it - or not said - was likely for his comfort. How...diplomatic.}

I am impressed by him. {His esteem of WoW Dragons has risen a notch.}

What do you teach? {It hurts to remember Legolas, so little, so innocent, but those memories are precious to him.} Yes. My Legolas has never been like a Dragon - except perhaps in his stubbornness.

[spacegoat]

[ The very quickest way to get new piercings!

(She may have outed his princedom now, but she's so used to that being obvious that she doesn't think about it.) ]

Very impressive, yes. Always helping to save the world.

[ Mina turns a bit, creating little sparkles of arcane energy between her fingers. ]

I am teaching the basics of magic to the children. Before, it was only my kind, but now I teach to all of the Alliance.

[tauraran]

{His ears are aching in empathy.

He had wondered about Wrathion - the scent of fire, the refined manners, his preference for fine craftsmanship, the gold hoops in his ears all pointed to nobility at the very least.}

A thankless job.

{But he might be a bit bitter on the subject.}

Alliance? {Magic is a touchy subject.} Does your magic heal or harm?

[spacegoat]

It is, sometimes. Many, they worry he will go mad like his brethren, but I do not think he would have helped so long if that was a risk.

[ Shrug. ]

Alliance, yes. It is a war-torn world, Azeroth. Always something happening, or just fights with the Horde. Humans, dwarves, gnomes and night elves, they made an alliance to fight together. Then my people joined, and then many else.

[ The glittering magic in her fingers turn more pinkish-purple. ]

I am not a priest or anyone else with the healing magic, but my magic is not only for war or defense. Many things are for travels and protection.

[tauraran]

If he has people who believe in him, who can stabilize him, that does make a difference. I have seen madness; he does not seem susceptible to it currently.

{But that can change.}

He told me of the Drows in their twilight city. {Now he is drawn to another interest, however.} May I inquire as to your race?

{Thranduil eyes the color, unable to determine where on the spectrum she lies.}

You teach children of war?

[spacegoat]

Oh, no. The night elves, they lived in a tree the size of a city before the Horde burned it down. Those in their moon city, they are Nightborne. They joined the Horde. I think they are the same elves, only 10.000 years apart in solitude. Very strange.

[ Shrug. She doesn't really adventure, so she didn't pay full attention. There were portals to keep going.

Thranduil's comment about her job makes her a little huffy, though. ]

I do not teach children war! That would be terrible, no? I teach them where magic is from and how it works. The history and the use. Small spells for the oldest, but not so much.

[ He's kind of right, that's the problem. They will eventually at least experience war, but all races tried to shield their children from that for as long as possible. Hopefully most will be strange people in towers and not hardened warriors on battlefields. ]

Me, I am draenei. Our people, we are not natives of Azeroth, but the world, it is given us new hope. It is our home after the millennias of running from demons.

[ The little tendrils by her ears rise in a 'wave', and she pans the camera a bit to show her horns, tail and hooves. ]

[tauraran]

I can understand different lines separating over a period of time. It has happened on Arda too. Every Elf must decide what they prize most. Still, the idea of a city bathed in the light of the moon and stars appeals to me.

{There are likely places in his palace where he has a clear view of the night sky above the tree line.

Her answer is comforting and he smiles.}

Then you are not rash. I am impressed.

{Children should be fiercely protected. He would never agree to them being taught powerful spells.}

I see. I do like the look of you. {She is cute.} I hope I do not cause you offense in saying so.

[spacegoat]

It is being very complicated. They closed their city, to be avoiding the demons instead of fighting with everyone else. Then they were trapped for very long.

[ She can't really blame them, as her people ran. It was the 'joining the demons' later that was the issue.

At his comment about not being rash, her smile softens. ]

My people, we live very long lives. I am a few decades of age by our people, but far older than the many other races. It gives time to learn what is important, yes?

[ I like the look of you is a funny way to put it, but gives him a little wink. ]

There is no offense in compliments, no? You are very handsome, but that is not new to hear, I am very sure.

[tauraran]

Mm that sounds familiar. {Multiple races on Arda had tried that ploy. He finds the idea tantalizing - why lose anyone if there is no reason to fight? - however he has trained his army to stand tall.}

A few decades is no time at all! {He smiles and inclines his head.} True. I watch others often; there is so much that is left unsaid.

{Thranduil looks pleased - he had meant it as a compliment.}

Few would dare to compliment me openly.

oops that should have been centuries but I'm sure he'd react the same

[spacegoat]

Why is that, hm? You are very handsome, I am being sure that many people can see that.

[ She gives him a little wink, enjoying a bit of flirting now and then, even if he might not be interested. It was just fun to do! ]

Have you been studying the people here and learned?

Pretty much. o__o Old Elves, right?

[tauraran]

I fear I might be more intimidating than beautiful. {Which is how he prefers it, actually. His reputation is no accident.

She is cute and he doesn't mind the flirting in the slightest.}

I have. I believe I can tell the natives from those like us. What intrigues me is that they too are varied.

yyyyep. Their leader is like 25.000

[spacegoat]

Intimidating? Not in the bad way. A king, yes, it is a little serious to be polite, but you are not so cold as you try to seem, no?

[ She smiles again, tail swishing a bit on her bed behind her. ]

...and I am agreeing with you on that. The prismals, they seem to mix their appearance a lot. Some, it might even the technology that makes them look different. Very unusual.