Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2014 20:51:42 GMT -8
Then surely I'll do the same
Confined in mountain halls
"This is your own fault, you know," Robin said, dodging an irate tail as he unlocked the armory door with a wave of his hand. The Shire-sized dragon trailing him snorted a stream of smoke, and lowered her head as she followed her usual rider into the storage space.
"I did not get you egg-heavy," he protested, one eyebrow raised. There was a corner of the armory that had recently been cleared - he could remember having picked Baranzulbar from that tangle of ancient weapons - so the weapons could be restored. Robin had two blades in the forge that he thought he could restore to their former glory. While they were worked on, there was a space large enough for even egg-heavy Takhisis to curl up in. He cast an illusion on the area, filling it with gold and jewels.
Takhisis was not a stupid dragon - no being over three hundred years old could be truly called 'stupid' if she had kept herself alive by her own wits - but she never passed up one of Robin's treasure illusions. She headed for it, waddling around her own middle and lashing her tail. Her light grey hide took on a golden hue from the illusion, making her look like a queen. Robin kept her in the corner of one eye, because an alliance they might have, and she might submit to his hand, but he never forgot that she was a dragon, and dragons could not be trusted.
She settled into her makeshift nest, arranging her bed to her own specifications. One part of the illusion - Robin recognized it from the Peter Jackson Hobbit movies, the Arkenstone - captured her attention, and Robin expanded the illusion to give it texture and weight as she moved it before her nose. A grumble erupted, directed towards Robin. He grinned.
"You're the one who fell in love with one of my illusions. I had no part in that."
He hadn't, truly. He had been recreating various incarnations of Smaug - from the cartoon animations to the oil paintings, to the behind-the-scenes artwork of the new Hobbit - to entertain his mount, a sort of apology for leaving her over the holidays. Somewhere along the line, she had been intrigued by one of them - one or more of the cgi guys must have been Norse, because Takhisis had gotten hot and bothered by Smaug. Robin had been forced to cloak one of the other dragons in his illusion, because he couldn't trick a wyrm through mating.
Unfortunately, that left him without a mount, which was why he was returning Takhisis' riding gear and armor to the armory. Takhisis did not approve (obviously), so Robin had not told her his choice of replacement.
"You shouldn't even be in here. Dragons belong in the stables. Yes, even old wyrms like you, prissy lady. Don't melt anything, okay?"
He had the skill to fix most of what was in here, but some of the armor had been forged by dwarves. It could be fixed, but it would be ugly. He sent a prayer to whatever god might be listening - Baldr, Allfather, Uncle, Mom - that he could get Takhisis back to her stall before either o them could be missed.
Ensemble
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