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[disfavour]

Humans! [ Good, now that he has your attention. ] There is a sickness aboard this vessel, a Dark Beast that harbours rot and the ruin of any that approach it. I, myself, suffered injuries that have now healed. It is a skilled foe that walks in shadow, a warrior of the forsaken. It does not bleed when wounded or hesitate to give harm and it will kill you, should you be fool enough to challenge it. Unless, of course, it decides to keep you alive for sport — those mortals who deliberately put themselves at risk do so at their own peril. If you believe you are strong, I am here to tell you that you are not. Keep your corpses to a minimum. 

Specifically: it carries a great chain that burns like embers, knows your mind and moves at incredible speed. Thranduil is aware of this demon, as are all those of Elvenkind aboard. 

[ Nuada, who brings the network this message from the corridors where he is patrolling, peers into the camera with wolflike gold eyes. You may have seen them around recently, instead belonging to one massive six-foot hound. ]

To those who are not human, I say this; stay with your brothers and sisters, send word over a secure line if any of you are attacked. All manner of Aes Sidhe, from my world or not, are my concern.

[ What else? His manner eases ever so slightly, as it is wont to do between comrades. ]

Loki — we must speak concerning the forging of your weapon. It is time to take up arms worthy of your skill, my friend.

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[onetouch]

[ he makes a mental note to keep an eye out for this ~thranduil~ ]

Next to two years, five months felt like the blink of an eye. [ and yet when he sat there and counted five months did seem longer when he was stuck in space. but pie. pie makes him smile, even next to such dreary topics. ]

I've always been one. Well. For twenty years, plus two and add five months. [ rather like a baking equation, isn't it? ]

[disfavour]

[ It is, funnily enough. Nuada is very mild when talking with Ned; it's sort of like chatting to a puppy, there's no immediate threat in sight. ]

Where I come from, if the Ae— if an elf bakes for a human and the mortal eats the offered food, it's a sign that they have been claimed. [ Cake Rules, those actually exist. ] A long time ago, your kind were stolen by mine to our lands in this very fashion.

[ ... That sounds a little weird and daunting in retrospect but, well. It's sort of relevant. This is a conversation, after all. ]

[onetouch]

[ ned opens his mouth to say something to that, then shuts it again. slavery by way of baking? he supposes he can dig it. since he's the baker and not the... bakee. squinty eyes all around though. ]

I'm sure my pies have never claimed anyone, except maybe their stomachs. [ and then there was that one time... a story for another day, surely. ] And their hearts. Baking is a very hearty practice.

[ when done right, in any case. ]

[disfavour]

[ This conversation about pies and cakes could get super deep and that is just fantastic. Also, brb, Nuada has to exert enormous self-control in imagining Thranduil saying Baking is a very hearty practice! with that much verve. ]

Have you ever made leprechaun pie? Minus actual leprechauns; I knew a troll once who tried that and it turned into a very sticky business.

[onetouch]

...I mostly stick to the fruit sort of pies, though I have been persuaded to make a meat pie on occasion. I'm what you might call a pie-purist.

[ no one calls it that but ned. ]

What is in a leprechaun pie, if not leprechauns?

[disfavour]

I'm no expert — [ it's rather outside his forte, needless to say ] — but from what I recall of the last time I ate it, there was chocolate, marshmallows ...

[ Have you ever heard and elf say marshmallows so seriously before, Ned? Now you have. ]

Wafers and something green, minty. Alcoholic.

[onetouch]

I've made alcoholic pie before. [ oh has he ever. ] Is it your favorite kind? I could give it a shot, if you'd like.

[ he's quite serious about this too. ]

[disfavour]

How forward.

[ The way he glances at Ned is weighted and steady, though it's merely a tease. He's having such a tiring day, why not amuse himself however he can? No reason not to. ]

[onetouch]

[ he actually laughs. it's abrupt but clearly mirthful, and he shakes his head to cover just how much he's enjoying the conversation himself. perhaps he's just starved of attention. ]

I get that a lot.

[disfavour]

[ The indulgent smile is left in place as he nods gratefully. The humans that argue and bluster against Nuada have no place in his estimation, but (capriciously as any of the Aes Sidhe, right down to the smallest fairy) it's the small gestures that hold weight with him. ]

I would be glad to try your fare, Ned. Where can I find you aboard, if I have a mind to seek you out?

[onetouch]

My number is 22-09 if you ever want to contact me. For pie purposes or - otherwise. Hopefully I'll have my own space set up for baking... soon.

[disfavour]

I will.

[ For pie purposes or otherwise. He doesn't give his own number largely because he prefers to be the one holding all the cards, so to speak. ]

If you ever look for me, check the gardens or the forge. Someone there will know where I have gone, in all likeliness.

[onetouch]

I find myself in the gardens frequently of late, maybe we'll run into one another there. Though until this beast passes us by, perhaps I should seclude myself and my dog to the room.

[ for all his nervousness, he doesn't sound too concerned. ]

[disfavour]

You have a dog?

[ Oh, he likes those. ]

Where on earth is everyone getting these pets from ...

[onetouch]

Mine came from home. [ his first home and not his second. he held back the sigh. ]

I'm sure he'd like to meet you, too.

[disfavour]

Are you busy now?

[ Doubtful, but he asks to be polite. Nuada himself is simply patrolling the lofty corridors. ]

[onetouch]

Busy? No, though I may have to collect Digby from my girlfriend... That's my dog. Digby. He usually prefers her to me, and I suppose I can't really blame him.

[ rambling forever, what. ]

[disfavour]

[ That garners an understanding nod. ]

I'm hardly leaving the ship any time soon.

[onetouch]

No, or me. I'll meet you in the gardens?

[disfavour]

If you can find me.

[ Maybe he'll just be a normal creepy elf the one to find Ned, whenever he arrives. Off goes the video feed, and he'll be out of sight whenever the baker gets there. ]