King Elk Forest resident mercenary checking in

weird weird weird, it's still weird, hearing a call at the borders - and being the only one who can show up and deal with it. well, no, he doesn't mind if gracious or anyone else does the greeting, but still, authority sits on him a little funny. it did when he was nénar, too, but he still had someone to defer to. (of course, he still defers to mato as far as he's concerned, but delight is de facto in charge, so.)

but he goes, and he puffs himself up a little bit, because he a) still likes to preen when he can and b) can at least look the part even if he doesn't feel it. he does not move with the liquid grace of the silvery prince, but the wisp is delicate, beautiful (when he doesn't open his mouth). he is not a prince but maybe he can be a knight.

the call had been deep - it matches the body, and delight feels that same sort of creeping interest he'd felt when he saw matteo. the stranger is handsome. let's get past our gay moment and get to work. he clears his throat. "you are at tindómë's borders," the morwinyon says, and oh yeah, already significantly better than he was with... everyone else he's accepted so far, "who are you?"