[ He knows his Shuanghua won't go missing. It hasn't even crossed his mind to think it!
He listens to the strength and reassurance, listens to the bid to not give in and lose heart. He'd done that once before, and lost himself. He tightens his embrace in answer, smiling gently up at the Elf. ]
How can I give in to despair when I have those like you supporting me? I know there is more for me to do now. And when we're in your world, we will help so many people. Together.
[ He listens happily to the description given of the herd of elk. ]
They sound protective, just as you are. A perfect match.
{He had given into despair too. A foolish move since his kingdom and his people and, most importantly, his son had needed him. Nothing was gained during that time and so many opportunities were lost.
Thranduil wants better for Xingchen. He cups one of the Man's cheeks with his hand and murmurs:}
I will be tempted to send a small army with you - to keep you safe! But that won't aid you much in your quest.
{He smiles to himself and presses his lips to Xingchen's brow.}
Any world can be thoughtless and cruel. I seek to lessen those qualities where I am able.
Xingchen leans into the hand, nuzzling it a little with a fond little smile. ]
I would not go alone. I would have A-Yang, and our elk friends to keep us safe, as well as our own skills. That is part of the point of going out in a small group, an army can be too unwieldy.
[ He hums at the sweet kiss to his forehead, eyes closing briefly as he enjoys the affection. ]
He would. Just as I would fight for him, and for you.
[ Xingchen moves with the gentle nudge, hands resting on his stallion's neck and the saddle. The hands at his waist make him smile and he moves with Thranduil's lift to settle easily into the saddle. The fact it wasn't needed doesn't matter, he adores the quiet signs of being cared for. ]
{He smiles, pleased, when Xingchen is settled on his saddle. Then he leaps, as if gravity doesn't matter, onto his horse's back. He lands so lightly that the horse gives a little start when he grabs hold of the reins. When did he come back?!}
You needn't fight for me. I have seen many battles.
{And he might see more, though his heart is sickened at the possibility.}
Lead on; your stallion knows the way better. My youngling is the student.
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He listens to the strength and reassurance, listens to the bid to not give in and lose heart. He'd done that once before, and lost himself. He tightens his embrace in answer, smiling gently up at the Elf. ]
How can I give in to despair when I have those like you supporting me? I know there is more for me to do now. And when we're in your world, we will help so many people. Together.
[ He listens happily to the description given of the herd of elk. ]
They sound protective, just as you are. A perfect match.
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Thranduil wants better for Xingchen. He cups one of the Man's cheeks with his hand and murmurs:}
I will be tempted to send a small army with you - to keep you safe! But that won't aid you much in your quest.
{He smiles to himself and presses his lips to Xingchen's brow.}
Any world can be thoughtless and cruel. I seek to lessen those qualities where I am able.
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Xingchen leans into the hand, nuzzling it a little with a fond little smile. ]
I would not go alone. I would have A-Yang, and our elk friends to keep us safe, as well as our own skills. That is part of the point of going out in a small group, an army can be too unwieldy.
[ He hums at the sweet kiss to his forehead, eyes closing briefly as he enjoys the affection. ]
We are the same, in that respect.
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Your Yang will fight with his teeth if he must for your sake, that I know.
{Thranduil nudges Xingchen to his stallion and places his hands on the Man's waist, preparing to lift him.}
There is a reason we are a fine match.
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He would. Just as I would fight for him, and for you.
[ Xingchen moves with the gentle nudge, hands resting on his stallion's neck and the saddle. The hands at his waist make him smile and he moves with Thranduil's lift to settle easily into the saddle. The fact it wasn't needed doesn't matter, he adores the quiet signs of being cared for. ]
Yes. Many reasons.
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You needn't fight for me. I have seen many battles.
{And he might see more, though his heart is sickened at the possibility.}
Lead on; your stallion knows the way better. My youngling is the student.