closed;

[doesntdohumble]

CHARACTERS: Eric Northman and Thranduil
LOCATION: Various hallways
WARNINGS: TBA
SUMMARY: Thranduil seems to be in trouble, and Eric takes blood bonds very seriously.
NOTES: Taking place after the events of this log.


Even before any sort of announcement goes up or Eric has the opportunity to check the network, he can feel that something is wrong. He can feel the fear, reaching out to him down through his bond with Thranduil, gnawing at him and calling him to his bondmate, stronger than he has ever sensed before. Something is wrong, something is very wrong, and he is not going to wait for Thranduil to tell him to get his answer. Godric will understand when he explains later where he has disappeared off to and why, and so he feels no shame in disappearing from their quarters without explanation. Wordlessly, swiftly, Eric follows his bond through the hallways in the direction of Thranduil, allowing the bond to tug him along as he goes. At least, he registers, in the back of his mind, that whatever emotions are running through his head from the direction of the other, pain is not one of them. Whatever sort of a scene he is walking into, it will not be a fight. Not yet, at least.

It surprises him, however, to find himself traveling not quite in the direction of the oxygen gardens, but towards a hallway directly off of them. And that whatever complicated emotions his charge might be experiencing - impending doom, helplessness - he is on the move, and there doesn't seem to be anything around him that might be causing these feelings. Eric slows down his pace and settles in behind him.

"It isn't like you to venture this far out of the gardens," he observes, only realizing after the fact that he perhaps could have announced his presence a bit better before he just appeared and spoke up thus.

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[elvenking]

Thranduil starts so hard he might have been hit by a truck. Two wide eyes stare at Eric like a frightened deer, until all at once he can breathe again.

"Thank the Lady you are here."

He takes a few steps forward to clasp Eric's shoulder in tremulous relief.

After the jump

[elvenking]

He doesn't doubt, exactly. He knows this is wise, and moreover, this is what he wants. What he doubts, really, is the fact that he does not doubt. He wonders if his judgment is impaired somehow, that he faces this intimacy with so little trepidation. Maybe it's because Eric, for all his shady mannerisms and few words, is no longer a secret to him. Eric is simply what he appears to be--not a puzzle with a sinister trap hidden inside, but...just Eric. Nothing else.

They meet in a different spot in the gardens than usual--the little grove where Thranduil goes to escape any ramblers strolling around for a look-see, hidden away from immediate sight. He looks entirely calm, and more importantly, feels so to Eric. The bead of sweat glimmering in the hollow of his throat can be attributed entirely to the heat.

"You will not leave me till the worst is past?" he asks softly. He doesn't want to be abandoned to his suffering, vulnerable to attack. But he didn't want Nuada standing guard either. He doesn't want anyone knowing who won't understand.