{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{The Iris moon has blessed him indeed! Instead of his crown, Thranduil is sporting antlers - pristine and white. Much the same shade as his...fur. Tufts of wintry white fur outline the sharp edges of his face, trailing down the sides of his neck to disappear under his collar.}

My Fëanorian has left me and I am in need of assistance. If you are willing to help me ride out this storm {no irony intended}, I will give you my address.

{Otherwise he is quite stuck. His hand or some apparatus must do and that will just leave him displeased.}

Comments

[tauraran]

If I were them, I would keep very quiet about it.

[deathceo]

Why is that? What would you do if you knew who it was?

[tauraran]

What would you do? Wouldn't you want revenge for your ill luck?

[deathceo]

Considering they'd probably end up being a niece or nephew of mine...no not really. Too messy. Too complicated.

[tauraran]

Fair point. Perhaps, instead, you should spoil them? To get on their good side?

[deathceo]

I can easily say that isn't something I've much experience with. Typically I try to interact with my family as little as possible. Until my brother orders otherwise.

[tauraran]

Your brother sounds...domineering? Or am I not giving him enough credit?

[deathceo]

That's a rather apt description of Zeus if I ever heard one honestly.

[tauraran]

Have you considered giving him a taste of his own medicine?

[deathceo]

Zeus? That would be a terrible idea honestly. I'd rather just keep to the Underworld most of the time.

[tauraran]

He cannot enter the Underworld?