He'd meant to stay lost, but between a surprise troll attack and signs of warg scouts, Daeron moved slower and more painfully than his usual swift grace and skill. He stopped dead when he saw the so very slight signs that elven patrols came this way, and there was a song in the wind that hinted he was about to be discovered by one such.
And there was no where to run they would not find or over-take him in the shape he was. Still, he had to try, and searched frantically for a depression that might hide him long enough to be left unnoticed.
A bad step sent him tumbling with a muffled hiss before his head slammed hard into a rock, steeling his senses. Unnoticed by him was the rather painful position he landed in, limbs askew and travel pack out of reach.
Berrn has fallen behind, not that he minds, much. Melian's Fence keeps out enough that patrols are a formality, and the rest of the patrol will wait for him once they realise.
The unexpected sound brings him up short and he frowns, loosening his blade in it's sheathe to go looking.
Fortunately he was only senseless for a long moment, with a familiar voice bringing him back around. Daeron froze only to wince with pain, breathing in sharply. He grit his teeth, eyes wide and face paling as he tried to rearrange his limbs to create the smallest ball possible.
But he didn't quite have the ability to drag his pack back close, let alone hide properly.
No! Daeron denied that voice and pressed his hands over his ears, eyes squeezing shut. It couldn't be Beren. Had he really strayed so close? Been chased so near?
But it was that man, and denying it longer would do no good. A silver eye slid half open to stare dully at Beren. "Leave me to the Halls," he muttered weakly, despondent.
All trace of wariness goes, replaced with concern.
"Here, let me see?" He slides down the depression until he's next to Daeron - if he doesn't come, the patrol will double back, and Daeron obviously can't be moved right now.
Misery seeped into his broken body. He couldn't even get this right. Daeron didn't offer further protest when Beren slid down to join him. The man would find clear signs of battle, and his head pounded dully.
Beren sees that wince and frowns, worriedly, nudging Daeron lightly to check for obvious bleeding that he can patch.
"You have good instincts then, to make it back! We will have to get you back to court, I think. THe patrol I was with should be on their way to locate me by now."
The elf grit his teeth at the nudging but offered no protest, letting Beren poke and prod to see where he was most injured.
He latched onto the latter, accepting the chance for distraction. "Why were you on patrol?" Ignoring the praise and belief he'd intentionally tried to return on his own.
He binds up what he can bind and leaves the rest alone, sitting back on his heels after, watchful for anything else that might have gotten through the Fence.
"Would you believe I was bored." He says sheepishly. "Luthien will be cooing over Dior with their majesties for a while now. They will not miss me."
For all his faults, Daeron had managed to successfully drive the orcs and trolls away before stumbling into this depression.
He snorted before grimacing in pain. Ow. "I would." Beren had not been one to stand still for long, since he'd let himself come to know him. "The patrol will."
"They should already be on their way back." He agrees, but no reason to not be watchful, not when he has one wounded to care for.
"But yes, I grew restless, sitting in the palace. They are all very happy, and this way I get some exercise and may return in good spirits. You will like Dior, I think. Luthien has doubtless told him stories of you. He grows like a Man, but he looks like her."
He still felt it better if he was just left to die. But Beren had stated that wasn't an option, so he just had to bear up to the pain and humiliation of his return in this condition.
"As any child of hers should be." Old history that haunted his every breath, but Daeron tried to bury it back deep in the back of his mind. "If he gets your wanderlust, I hope it is tempered."
"So do I! And Luthien too, but as a babe he seems quite well mannered - for now, anyway. I am told that it gets harder the older they get." He says wryly.
"He is only just walking now - I imagine we will find out soon."
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Date: 2016-11-14 05:40 pm (UTC)And there was no where to run they would not find or over-take him in the shape he was. Still, he had to try, and searched frantically for a depression that might hide him long enough to be left unnoticed.
A bad step sent him tumbling with a muffled hiss before his head slammed hard into a rock, steeling his senses. Unnoticed by him was the rather painful position he landed in, limbs askew and travel pack out of reach.
You love me >3
Date: 2016-11-15 08:14 am (UTC)The unexpected sound brings him up short and he frowns, loosening his blade in it's sheathe to go looking.
"Who goes there?" He demands.
FOR SOME STRANGE REASON
Date: 2016-11-15 11:52 am (UTC)But he didn't quite have the ability to drag his pack back close, let alone hide properly.
MWAHHAHAHA?
Date: 2016-11-15 04:06 pm (UTC)"................Daeron?"
He says, disbeliving.
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Date: 2016-11-15 11:22 pm (UTC)But it was that man, and denying it longer would do no good. A silver eye slid half open to stare dully at Beren. "Leave me to the Halls," he muttered weakly, despondent.
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Date: 2016-11-16 03:53 am (UTC)"I think my lady would take umbrage with me for that, not to mention their majesties. How badly are you hurt?"
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Date: 2016-11-16 04:37 am (UTC)Daeron let out a breath as he tried, finally, to move onto his back. The breath ended in another hiss as bones moved in ways they shouldn't. "Broken."
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Date: 2016-11-16 06:04 am (UTC)"Here, let me see?" He slides down the depression until he's next to Daeron - if he doesn't come, the patrol will double back, and Daeron obviously can't be moved right now.
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Date: 2016-11-16 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-11-16 06:29 am (UTC)"These are more than just a fall." He observes. "You must have fled back through the Fence... how far were you?"
Basic first aid he can do, but not he hopes for the patrol to turn back swiftly, so they can get Daeron proper help.
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Date: 2016-11-16 07:50 am (UTC)Daeron draped an arm over his middle with a wince.
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:25 am (UTC)"You have good instincts then, to make it back! We will have to get you back to court, I think. THe patrol I was with should be on their way to locate me by now."
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:49 am (UTC)He latched onto the latter, accepting the chance for distraction. "Why were you on patrol?" Ignoring the praise and belief he'd intentionally tried to return on his own.
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Date: 2016-11-16 08:54 am (UTC)"Would you believe I was bored." He says sheepishly. "Luthien will be cooing over Dior with their majesties for a while now. They will not miss me."
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Date: 2016-11-16 09:21 am (UTC)He snorted before grimacing in pain. Ow. "I would." Beren had not been one to stand still for long, since he'd let himself come to know him. "The patrol will."
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Date: 2016-11-16 12:53 pm (UTC)"But yes, I grew restless, sitting in the palace. They are all very happy, and this way I get some exercise and may return in good spirits. You will like Dior, I think. Luthien has doubtless told him stories of you. He grows like a Man, but he looks like her."
Dark and fair and terribly beautiful.
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Date: 2016-11-16 09:09 pm (UTC)"As any child of hers should be." Old history that haunted his every breath, but Daeron tried to bury it back deep in the back of his mind. "If he gets your wanderlust, I hope it is tempered."
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Date: 2016-11-17 06:19 am (UTC)"He is only just walking now - I imagine we will find out soon."