ataraxionlogs | you fought but you were just too weak

CHARACTERS: an angry elf (

makalaure) and an evil sidekick (

lordof) and the evil sidekick's other sidekick (also known as glaurung)
LOCATION: another distinct hallway. quite possibly near the gardens.
WARNINGS: YELLING probably mentions of nonchalant killings in the past and other terrible things (look up 'sauron' and 'feanor's kids'. or don't.)
SUMMARY: yelling cat fight.
NOTES: see what happens when your colleague kills a guy's dad and you kill the guy's nephew? bad shit happens that's what.

It's strange to have a dragon again after so long. Not that he's ever had a dragon, not of his own. Draugluin was one thing, but he was a wolf. Wolves grow quick. Dragons do not.

Maybe it is the habit of all young things to run around like.. like children do. Orc children and Elf children, Man children. Dragon child.

He's a bit exasperated, chasing after the little lizard as it wanders through the halls just like it used to (ages and ages ago), but it's nostalgic enough that he doesn't mind. Much.

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If there is one thing Maglor doesn't really expect to come across when he leaves the gardens to meander the ship, it's encountering a dragon. As far as he was aware, there was only one dragon on this ship, and she was white and with Thranduil. This dragon, however, is of an entirely different kind, and there is something distinctly familiar about it. It takes him a moment or two - this dragon isn't belching fire and fumes just yet and is considerably smaller than when Maglor last beheld it - but then he realizes more or less who this dragon is. Or well - what. He doesn't really know for sure that this is Glaurung - simply that it is one of Glaurung's kind of dragon, and that is enough.

Maglor goes from relaxed to on guard, with his swords out, in an instant - and the only thing that stops him from leaping at the damned thing to end its miserable existence is knowing that there is another dragon on this ship who is tame (... relatively).

"What foul pit did you crawl from?" he hisses, not yet aware of another coming along after the lizard.

..He remembers that face. Not it exactly, But something like it. Celebrimbor. Feanorean. Annoyances. Long gone in the past. Memories. Or so they were meant to be.

Glaurung has not met an Elf yet-- not in the whole, anyway. Not in a way he would recognize one yet. But a drawn sword (swords) can really only mean so many things, so Glaurung has stopped in its tracks and even scuttled back several paces, hackles raised (if it had any hackles), hissing as any serpent might when faced with a threat.

The only reason he doesn't attack is because. Well. It only barely comes up to the Elf's shin.

"It comes from no pit." Deceptively calm, Mairon has his hands at his sides as opposed to the usual clasped in front of him. With any luck the Elf will not recognize him in a slightly different form, but.. there is the dragon. "A man found it in the gardens after we woke. Alone and without owner now as much as it was then."

Maglor has never seen Mairon in any form but that he has worn on the battlefield. Still, he has walked among enough Maiar to recognize something about him, if only in the lordly, otherworldly bearing. That he comes with a dragon, however, does not set Maglor's mind at ease, and he remains tense and on guard. He makes no move to put his weapons away. Although he has no hackles himself, if he did they would be raised in return. He glares.

"Are you not its master then?"

"None may master a dragon," Mairon says warily but easily. He calls to the creature, a mixture of Quenyan and Valarin with no clear name spoken, and orders it to halt and return to him. Which it does, after a moment's pause and trilling growl. Mairon has no weapons of his own and so takes neither and offensive or defensive stance.

"But it chooses to follow me, for one reason or another, and I have chosen not to abandon it."

He recognizes the languages with which Mairon speaks. Even if the Elves do not make a habit of learning Valarin, few grow up in the hither lands without at least knowing what it sounds like. Well, that confirms that this one here is one of the Ainur, at least.

"What do you intend to do with it? And what names do you go by?"

"I mean to care for it." Spoken as if it is obvious, yet still as amiable as possible. Kindhearted, even. "I will teach it not to harm others."

So he says, anyway. In truth, he'll only teach Glaurung to be clever and smart, for his own survival. It just happens to include not harming people. Yet. But he knows the line of Feanor (both foolish and stubborn. foolishly stubborn.) and as much as he was their enemy, it would be best not to make an enemy of them here.

"By the Elves of Aman I was named Mairon. That is the name I would give to others."

you fought but you were just too weak

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and then I fail at timeliness

don't we all u_u

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