{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

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[arrowroot]

Does raising a dragon from an egg count? I mean she ascended so it's not like I'm really caring for her anymore...

[Achem.]

I-if it's any consolation, my brother and a friend recently arrived here and no time had passed for them from the last time they saw me.

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[tauraran]

Dragons... {Do not count he wishes to say, but he tempers himself.} A child is a child.

{Even if he would personally strangle it the moment it hatched.}

Strangely, time can pass or not and that does nothing for my concern. I know that doesn't make much sense.

[arrowroot]

[A faint smile. She knows. It's not the same as her parents or siblings raising their human children, or any other race raising their kin. But Aurene was special to her and there was a connection that made her feel motherly towards the now crystal dragon who was far more powerful than even Ana can imagine.]

No, no that... that makes a lot of sense, actually. I knew that, I was told time doesn't move when we're here, but I still worried over my family. My guild. Even if two of them are here now I'll probably still find myself concerned over the rest of them.

[tauraran]

{Thranduil's problem isn't about said dragon being a different species; his problem stems from the fact that he was nearly burned to death by a dragon. Without his glamor, he is not a pretty sight (and frankly it's a wonder he lives at all).}

Our hearts are not rational. {And some part of him will always think of Legolas as the tiny babe he held in his arms.} What does your guild represent?

[arrowroot]

They're not.

[Melandru knows she's let her heart guide some of her less than rational actions in the past, her nearly marrying someone who wasn't at all good for her being the biggest one.

That said, she usually has a good head on her shoulders.]

The Blade Coalition is about helping areas of Tyria that are difficult to get aid to, or are otherwise ignored by other groups. I started it because I wanted to be able to make the choices on where we could and couldn't go without being tied down to a higher authority, as well as offer services that might not be a top priority in the minds of others. We mainly started in the nation of Elona which was experiencing such upheaval that people were fleeing to the shores of Central Tyria when they hadn't left their home land in generations.

[tauraran]

{Elven marriage customs are deceptively simple. That is why they do not bed rashly. Sex is often all that is required to tie two Elves together for life.

Thranduil has been a bit...lax...with that custom since he entered Lunatia. But it does help to stave off his fears and loneliness.}

Your desires are just, but I wonder how long you will be able to decide where you can and cannot go. The land cannot be owned, yet many try and many have died for the simple crime of trespass.

[arrowroot]

Oh, I have no intentions of owning anything. Their lands are their lands. I only want to help them recover from the devastation they've experienced.

[The choice of where to go and not go has less to do with ownership and more to do with how other groups delegate their resources and tasks and how even the most basic needs of aid can wind up tangled in bureaucratic red tape.]

There are places we can't go for entirely different reasons. Cantha comes to mind, as it's been blocked by rising of Orr and inaccessible for centuries now.

[tauraran]

Orr? {He believes he heard that correctly. If she instead said a "rising of Orcs", he knows well how to silence that: with arrows and blades.}

You are attempting to be diplomatic; to ease the pain of all of those who have suffered in one way or another. I do not envy your duties. Few victims are grateful for a helping hand. Their pain interferes with any good will they might feel.

[arrowroot]

A former human kingdom that sunk beneath the waves of the ocean centuries ago. It returning wasn't a good thing, though. It was overrun with Risen - undead minions of the Elder Dragon Zhaitan.

Truthfully I've found it to be the opposite. Many Elonians were extremely grateful for the aid we brought and the enemies we took down. The ones that weren't were few and far between, and often loyal to one of the destructive forces causing the strife to begin with.

[tauraran]

Undead... {That word - so descriptive - makes his blood run cold. His eyes close when she speaks of the Elder Dragon. No, Orr is not on his list of "must visit destinations".} This Dragon... He brought them back?

[arrowroot]

Yes. Zhaitan was the Elder Dragon of Death and Shadow. He turned our Orrian ancestors into his minions.