Feanorians are bad for your health
"Fucking hell!" Is the first thing Daeron says coming back to life, largely because it's what he would have said if Caranthir's sword hadn't gone through his vocal cords. As is, he comes back sprawled in the woods, feeling absolutely wretched and even more sore. His neck hurts. His body feels like it's been manhandled (which, thinking about it, it probably was. goddamn Feanorians.)
But at least he's in one piece, he thinks with an attempt at optimism, limping as quickly as he can manage out of the woods and really hoping no inconvenient family members are sitting around waiting for him to come back. And rubbing his neck very self-consciously.
But at least he's in one piece, he thinks with an attempt at optimism, limping as quickly as he can manage out of the woods and really hoping no inconvenient family members are sitting around waiting for him to come back. And rubbing his neck very self-consciously.
"Stay alive for five thousand years and get killed for one stupid night drunk," he mutters, glaring at the house. "I need my instruments back, you bloody bastards."
Feel free to come say hello to a very sore, somewhat jumpy, very pissed off Elf, though he'd really appreciate it if you weren't Feanorian.
