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{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.}

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[ Ah, it's the elf who wants to murder dragons!

It takes Wrathion, admittedly, a few moments before he implication suddenly snaps into place. He can't help an immediate wave of concern mixed with... curiosity. He's not quite the bleeding heart Anduin Wrynn is, but Wrathion does worry for people. He's hoping the silky-smooth tones of his voice are familiar, Thranduil seemed a sharp sort, so forgoes an reminder. ]

You have parted ways with a friend? [ Delicate wording. ] You have my sympathy, then. This place can be trying enough without losing those close to us.

{He recognizes the voice immediately, you needn't fear, Wrathion. His breathing is hitched thanks to his hyper-aroused state, but he fights to sound...normal. Calm. All of this will no doubt be held against him in the future. Damn you, Iris moon!}

I would say he was more than a friend. {More like a lover, but that is his business.} Trying is putting my situation nicely. Iris is not playing fair.

Ahh.....

[ Wrathion finds little amusement in this, in truth, purely based on his own fears that the moon phases niggle at. ]

I find the loss of control the moon phases bring... distressing. I hope you can be at peace soon.

[ Distressing for entirely specific reasons Thranduil might be able to intuit, now that he knows what Wrathion is: losing control as a dragon is a frightening prospect to begin with.

Losing control as a dragon when your world has already put one down for madness is a very quick way path to a complex over the whole issue. ]

Perhaps I might offer you a distraction.

[ Oh, but not the one you think! Wrathion is not the sort to invite himself to that sort of thing, especially with a person he barely knows. ]

I told you I was experienced with enchantments, I've been experimenting with using chroma --

[ He sets his network device on his desk, then turns on the video. Its a view of lots of pieces of jewellery, some with clear dragons worked into the design and some plainer. One is a small, green pendant with two silver rings around it. He picks up the chain, and the rings begin to slowly rotate as the central gem faintly glows. ]

{He doesn't mind showing his face, though he is careful to keep the camera focused on only his face. He can feel a strange wetness between his legs and his arousal just won't be quelled. The antlers on his head keep getting tangled with a variety of things around his apartment and he gives his head a frustrated shake, dislodging a chain that came from Eru knows where.}

...to make jewelry? {He is interested and he sits forward, frowning.} What can it do?

I make the item then apply the enchantment, usually.

[ A mild correction, there's some crafting involved. Wrathion is a dragon of many talents. He also likes to make clothing.

If only he was good at not making terrible life choices!

He reaches out to turn the camera so it can catch more than just the table, and as he leans in to pick up and examine a few parts the edges of his long hair dip in and out of the frame. He glances sideways, catching sight of the antlers, and suppresses a smile. His brother had chosen a horned humanoid form and he imagines he had similar problems.]

This one is mostly for appearances, to make the rings rotate. I found this piece in the ruins and intended to inject life back into it, thus needed a weak enchantment to test a theory. However I could make you something else. Do you have a particular interest? I've made weapons in the past, gem settings, items of clothing. Recently I dabbled in enchanting pendants and cuffs for friends. It passes the time, takes the mind off other things.

{He pours himself some wine, attempting to calm himself. What Wrathion is offering intrigues him greatly; he does want to add to his collection. But now he needs to decide on the form he prefers for such an item.}

Can you make rings? {No, this isn't another "Lord of the Rings" situation. Thranduil doesn't seek that kind of power.} What can the enchantments do? Is there a way to lessen the effect of the moon cycles?

{He has his swords, however a bow might be nice. With plenty of arrows.}

[ Wrathion is, quite luckily, blissfully ignorant of the ring situation in Thranduil's world.

Still: ]

I could certainly make a ring. As for enchantments, I've made a wide range -- to empower fighters, to protect from harm, to heal, to guard the mind, to slow a drop from a great height. The moon cycles here I am less familiar with, that... might take some research. An interesting thought.

[ His hands move across the desk to pull over a notebook, which he begins carefully writing something down in quickly. The language seems to take sharp, runic forms. ]

{That war is only beginning to bloom during Thranduil's time. But he sees it clearly on the horizon and wants none of it.}

Arousal. If you can lessen the effects of arousal, I would be grateful.

{The rest of the effects are fine. He doesn't mind antlers and fur. Even a tail! Just...he would rather not be an embarrassing aroused mess every month.}

[ Hmm!

Wrathion distractedly pokes his network device around so he can look at it properly, and in turn so he can be seen, then leans back in his chair and frowns in thought. ]

I have created enchantments that resist an... outside influence before...

[ Could you resist the effect of the moons themselves? Curious. How does that influence even work? Is the change direct? Or is it enacting a different change, which in turn causes the body's reaction? What, exactly, would he be attempting to resist? Wrathion's gaze is a little distance as he considers this, expression fixed in a frown of thought. He lifts a hand to absently stroke at his beard. ]

Of course, that required several rounds of experimentation to perfect -- and I knew the source much better than I know the moons here.

You are welcome to examine me. Perhaps doing so during a cycle and after a cycle would be beneficial? {To see how he reacts to them. Then the gem or jewelry would be personalized to him.}

Not everyone reacts so violently. I am hoping next month will be kinder to me. {Has he not accrued enough Chroma? Yet with this newest batch, he can surely find a much larger home.}

You are not like other Dragons. For that, I am grateful.

[ Examine him! What a thought. Wrathion is absently considering how he might even judge such a thing and what he would be looking for when the final sentence penetrates his absent minded state. He blinks, then focuses down on his screen and Thranduil's expression. After a moment, his lips twitch in an idly amused smile. ]

You are not the first person to tell me that.

[ He remembers, years ago, Anduin Wrynn's younger form sat across a game-board from him. But.. he's not like other black dragons, is he? He's completely honest and yet always hiding something. Anduin had always been very astute, if perhaps... too soft. ]

Someone informed you, or did you guess yourself?

{Nor the last, he suspects. His world can't be the only one that has dragons with a foul reputation. Thranduil had meant the words as a compliment, but they were said a bit...stiffly.}

I met a woman named Minarii. {Oh he met her alright. They know one another quite intimately now.} She spoke of you. I understand why your eyes glow with such fire.

{Fire that he wants nothing to do with, thank you.}

[ Ah... Minarii. His expression morphs to one of gentle fondness. That... makes sense. In fairness, he did not think to ask her to hide his secret. ]

I see.

[ A hesitant pause here, Wrathion is aware this may be... an uncomfortable revelation. ]

I would have told you eventually, it only seemed... unwise timing when last we spoke.

[ When someone is telling you how much they dislike dragons, would you tell them you were one? That seems a poor idea, and a quick way to being attacked. ]

{He can understand the hesitance. When they had met, he might have drawn his swords on Wrathion and thought it entirely right to do so. Now he feels differently.}

I might have hunted you. {To put it mildly.}

[ He doesn't seem surprised by this. That sounds pretty much what he expected. ]

I would have understood that. I do hope you feel differently now.

[ Just, you know. To confirm. ]

Are you alive? And in one piece? {Now he is teasing.}

[ Ah, well! ]

Many have tried to kill me before, perhaps it would not be as simple as you presume!

[ Wrathion thinks quite a bit of himself. ]

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