Pharaun ○ 02

[lorith_phor]

Who: Pharaun Mizzrym and anybody who'd like to stumble across him.
Where: Lake Meridian, just after sunset.
Style: You can pick; I started in third.
Status: Open like a bar at midnight

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[lindale_tano]

Maglor found himself drawn to the lake; it was the most familiar, the most similar to his silent purgatory of forever wandering by the sea. It was not the same, no, for it would never be the same. He was no longer in Middle-earth, no longer home, and in a place where so much was new and unusual to him, the familiar, even if bad, was reassuring.

So he was wandering by the shore of the lake, small harp tucked beneath his arm when his sharp eyes caught...movement?

Normally, Maglor would have ignored it, perhaps detouring to avoid it. But things had changed some since he had arrived here in Somarium. And so instead, he walked closer, feet light on top of the snow, leaving no footprints behind him.

[lorith_phor]

Only by chance had Pharaun noticed another being approaching. As night fell, his vision shifted into the infrared, and as he turned his head slightly move a piece of hair behind his ear, the wizard happened to notice the glare heat signature of an approaching person.

He paused, not ready yet to cast his next spell anyway, and turned to face the person full on as they approached. Were it not for the fact that he had turned his head, Pharaun would never have known another was there. He watched the other person intently, not taking his red eyes off of the figure. Though his appeared relaxed, Pharaun readied a defensive spell, bringing to mind the words he would need to defend himself if it became necessary.

[lindale_tano]

He had not even considered what effect his approach might have had; it had been a long time since Maglor had truly been around people, and so he had quite forgotten that not all people could easily hear his approach. Still, it seemed the other had noticed him.

The elf paused for the briefest of moments. Why was he doing this? Maglor's punishment had been his solitude, and now...Now he was breaking that.

...But he had never seen a being quite like this one, so after a moment, he quietly broke the silence.

"Greetings to you, hír...?"

[lorith_phor]

A surface elf! Pharaun's eyes narrowed slightly and his body tensed a little. One hand moved to rest just in front of the hand crossbow sheathed at his hip, and he stared in silence for a moment. Why hadn't the elf attacked? Was it waiting for more of its kin to corner him? Pharaun glanced around, not noticing any forms with his heat-sensing eyes. That didn't mean they weren't there though; surface elves were talented at hiding from drow.

The elf spoke to him, and Pharaun had to wonder if something wasn't right. Any elf from his world would have shot him on site, but this one seemed content to not start anything. It had to be a trick. Pharaun decided to play along and see if he could draw out the treachery without lowering his guard.

"Pharaun," he answered, his voice equally soft, though his tone was guarded. "And you are...?"