Middle-Earth Meets Loki

Converse with the Marchwarden

Loki was not sure that he wanted to meet this Lady of Haldir's, though he would admit that he was rather curious about her. Though he may be wary of meeting her, he had little doubt in his mind that he would, sooner, likely, rather than later. He knew, at least from the mutterings of Haldir and Legolas As they walked before him, voice barely heard over the rustling of the forest around them, that the Lady that Haldir was bringing them to seemed to be of Elvish descent, which Legolas had assumed given that they seemed to be within elvish lands, but Loki was not entirely certain that he wanted to deal with more elves. He liked elves, of course he did, they were witty and clever, and it reminded Loki quite a bit of himself, which it should, but either way he was not entirely certain he wanted to deal with an Elf who seemed to read the minds of others. Not that he would necessarily have to worry about that assuming his wards held her out. He could not be entirely certain of this, given that he had not met an Elf in this land that had managed to read the minds of others. This would be his first experience with one, and he was not entirely certain whether or not his wards would hold the odd Elf out.

He was, however, beginning to really wish he had gone with the fleeting thought whilst he had been in the caves and allowed himself to leave Gandalf to die in that barren wasteland of a mine. He knew that the fellow company he kept would likely mourn his loss, but this wizard was getting on his nerves, and he did not like those getting on his nerves. He would have to fix this at some point, though not right now. He was getting irritated of the old man staring at him as though he defied all concepts of nature and law of Magicks when it was actually the old man who defied nature and not him. How dare he stare at him as though he defied what that old coot knew? What did he know about the True Magic and Loki's own relation to it? Nothing. It made him angry, it made him want to throw the man off a cliff. Above all, it aggravated him to feel the other's eyes on his skin. He hated it, and it made him want to lash out again, but he must keep his calm. It would not do to be attacking members of the fellowship simply because they decided to try and look at him. That would not do. 

Although he would not deny that it was a rather appealing thing to think about. He had to be careful, however. He had accidentally attacked Aragorn, still out of it enough not to realize exactly who the other was and that he posed little, if any, threat to his person. His magic definitely protected him against pretty much everything, but he had not expected it to lash out so strongly against the Human. He needed to be more careful with who he was around and who he allowed close to him. 

Legolas...was different. Loki felt calmer around the other, his magic settled instantly when Haldir and Legolas reached up to him. He had a feeling it was likely due to their elvish blood. Though he could not really be sure about that entirely, he hoped that was the reason and not something else. 

"My Lady will see you," Haldir said softly, reaching towards Loki, calmly standing before him. "After the procession of the others." Loki watched the other carefully. Haldir seemed...indifferent to the fact that Loki could rend him apart of he so chose. Not that Loki would, but perhaps Haldir underestimated him. "Please, stay here, and rest as best as you can." Loki nodded once, thankful that the other was allowing him this. 

Haldir did not seem to want to leave, hesitating momentarily, as though he wanted something but did not really know how to express it. Loki just watched as the other seemed to fight with himself before turning to leave.

"What is it that you so wished to speak with me of?" Loki asked, his voice just lightly hinted towards amusement at Haldir's antics. It was rather amusing. The Elves were always fascinating when Loki would visit their realm. He held great regard for them. 

"My Lady did not see you within the wood." Haldir said, his voice soft and quiet, as though uncertain whether he should even be asking such things as this. 

And asking he was. Loki was very familiar with the round-a-bout way Elves often tended to ask things. Though it did not sound like a question, it was both a question and a fact rolled into one. Loki could not help but be infinitely amused by this. Though he knew that Legolas was likely similar in many ways, the Elf seemed to temper himself more towards being straight forwards given the company was made up of mostly men and relations of men. To hear this was rather nice, after so long. Loki would admit that. He could admit that to himself, not aloud, though, of course. 

"I assumed that she would not." Haldir nodded once. 

"My Lady is the overseer of the woods. All creatures she may see. Yet you, she could not glimpse." 

"I have long learned how to hide from the view of others, Haldir," Loki said simply, a small smile toying at his lips. He had to say this conversation was swiftly becoming entertaining. He missed this banter. "It is nothing on your Lady, I assure you. I am a unique case." Haldir straightened just a little, nodding once. 

"Thank you," He said, as though Loki had need of his thanks. He appreciated it, all the same. There were very few who would give thought to thank Loki for his information, or anything he did for them really. "Please, rest. I shall return when my Lady is ready for you."