And love grew between them, as little might be thought

[tar_minyatur]

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Elros Tar-Minyatur ruled the Númenóreans for four hundred years and ten. For to the Númenóreans long life had been granted, and they remained unwearied for thrice the span of mortal Men in Middle-earth; but to Eärendil's son the longest life of any Man was given 

Have an idea for things you want to do with Elros? Hit me!

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[yerbanjaxed]

Oh excuse you. The ensuing snort might have been powerful enough to blast a few unfortunate men back, as Gold Tooth dipped his head to better put that golden gaze on the level with Elros. Excuse you.

"You callin' me small, mate?" Alright so that was a little less terrifying than the previous speech, a little more personable, but no really.

He's actually, genuinely offended, how dare you.

"You're a fuckin' liar, ye are."

[tar_minyatur]

The snort almost unhorses Elros, even his elven steed rearing and bucking in fear, but it was Maglor who taught him to ride, the greatest cavalry commander of the First Age, and Elros not only holds his seat, but he manages to wrestle his horse back to relative calmness. He offers another not smile back, careful to not look directly in the eye.

"I'm calling you tiny, oh lesser scion of great parents! You'd not even make Ancalagon's front claw!"

Which is only a slight exaggeration, and probably unfair to bring up, considering Ancalagon was a monster of monsters and probably very magically enhanced. But hey! A weak spot that the dragon doesn't like. Elros is going to milk it for all it's worth.

[yerbanjaxed]

He is noting the refusal to look him in the eye, and tilts his head some, trying to force the matter. Not unlike an aggressively curious eagle trying to peer down a burrow.

"Well fuck him, aye? He ain't 'round but here I stand instead. I dinnae see no goddamn country sized dragons gallivantin' about so on the off chance ye ain't a filthy reekin' liar, then it still don't matter to me on account of him bein' fuckin' absent." Doesn't matter he said, as it obviously clearly does. He's not gearing up to attack now, quite the opposite, as he lowers himself to the ground to lay, haunches first then forelegs.

"That's an awful lot of keech you're talkin' for someone who ain't even the size of me own teeth, you wee dafty bastart."

[tar_minyatur]

Nope, Elros is not planning on getting enspelled and wind up sleeping with his non-existent sister, thankyouverymuch!

Also this is hilarious, how sensitive this dragon appears to be about his size, so Elros is going to keep on keeping on.

"I am no liar, O Lesser Beast, for was I not there when my father threw him from the sky? There are others of my kin who can vouch for the size of him as he broke the mountain peaks in his death throes!" He shrugs. "As small as I am to you, you are really not that intimidating, comparatively."

[yerbanjaxed]

"So he's fuckin' dead? Well now I'm even less impressed by him. The wanker was hundreds of kilometers across an' he still got done in, couldn't have been too brilliant. What'd have in that big ol' head of his, bloody rocks?

Your da slew a dunderheid." YES HE IS MAD. His pride's been damaged here, that's probably his most vital organ. The outright declaration that he, in all his obvious size and grandeur and magnificence here, wasn't that intimidating, was like an arrow shot straight through it.

This would have been the point, in far more serious stories with far more professional dragons, where the great beast would lunge and make it's fatal flaw. Expose it's soft belly, open it's mouth wide and have a sword jammed into the roof of it's mouth.

And to be fair, that's kind of what happened!

Only instead of having a two hundred foot long dragon trying to snap it's jaws around him, there's suddenly a very, very angry pirate with some very intimidating dentistry swinging a huge, beringed fist right at his face instead. FUCK YOU.

[tar_minyatur]

... That's different.

Elros throws himself backwards, off his horse (his poor longsuffering horse, who is fortunately used to his rider being An Idiot and pulling stupid stunts, and so just backs away with an upset shake of his head) to avoid the punch, rolling to his feet to face the.... dragon in human form?

"Far be it from me to assume the intelligence or lack thereof in dragons, O Small One! All I care about is that Ancalagon and it's ilk no longer threaten our people."

But you know what, he's going to just roll with it.

[yerbanjaxed]

It sure was! The golden horns were still there, teeth and spiked alligator tail intact, blue wings flared in a clear threat display! But everything else? A bulky, tall, heavily tanned human, the scent of salt and ozone clinging to him, as if he'd just disembarked from a stormy sea.

Also, pissy. Very pissy.

"Fine then, I might deign to admit I'm a touch smaller'n some dead bloke," Technically, blue dragons weren't even the largest of the bunch but shut up he's making a point here, "But what good's bein' larger'n a mountain if ye aren't clever enough to not get killed by some wanderin' pillock, aye? I don't even have to be two hundred feet to knock ye about an' I'll face ye here now and prove it!"

THAT'S RIGHT, FINE. He'll kick your ass as a human, FUCK YOU.

[tar_minyatur]

Elros grins, and somewhere behind him, his honor guard sighs deeply. Those who have known him the longest will recognise that grin.

"You're welcome to try, O Small One. I'll even put away my sword."

Elros no.

[yerbanjaxed]

"Toss it or keep it, I'll lamp ye one regardless, mate." Let it never be said that Gold Tooth didn't have at least some form of code of honor. With a metallic whine, his own cutlass was drawn, and then tossed to the side.

"Dinnae even me sword no matter what ye do, 'mon then ye jessie! Step lively an' lets see who the smaller man is."

[tar_minyatur]

"I'd certainly like to see you try" Elros taunts, unbuckling his sword belt and kicking it behind him, beckoning.

"Come then, O Little One."

[yerbanjaxed]

Give him a second, the dragon turned man pauses just long enough to turn the rings on each hand around, and yes he does make a big show out of it. Look at him, getting ready to play fair and not cheat all the way through a man to man fist fight.

He's so nice.

"Gonnae have to mash your food from now on when I'm done with ye, you mouthy git."

Right on cue, at that beckon, Elros would have to think fast. In direct contrast to his size, Gold Tooth was rather unfairly quick on his feet, swinging in immediately with a harsh left hook aimed for the man's jaw.

[tar_minyatur]

Elros only laughs, eyes inhumanly bright. He won't call the wind to him again, or the sea - that would be cheating.

But he is King, and this is his land, and it knows him, and the Land holds its breath as it watches.

"I hear a lot of words, but see no action, Tiny Beast!" He retorts, and turns the yank backwards away from the punch into a roll aiming to sweep Gold Tooth's feet out from under him.