Veron in Arda
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Veron has the insane urge to apologize to the trees. It's not their fault. Poor trees. That might be the blood loss talking. That is probably the blood loss talking.

He vaguely recalls the command word for the minor healing spell on one of his many rings, and activates it. He has another healing potion. He leaves the burning forest as fast as he is able, with as much shadowstepping as he can manage.

When he feels he has run far enough, he lets himself collapse to the ground and contemplate the dirt. He feels his earlier statement is worth repeating: ow.

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The trees here (not on fire) don't comment.  

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Good. Excellent. He would be mildly alarmed by talking trees; they are a type of weird he has not yet been confronted with. He can have some objects in his life just be normal. That sounds good.

He stays immobile for an amount of time that his time sense registers as probably a few minutes, but his time sense might be lying to him. That happens sometimes, when he's really injured. It might be happening now. He doesn't really know. That might be bad. It is probably a bad idea to stay still right now. He doesn't really know how the giant fiery not-werewolf of plasma explosions and pain found him last time. That could be replicable. He could have just earned himself a brief reprieve, not an actual reprieve.

Finding hidden Elf cities while this injured sounds hard. Maybe he can find Doriath. Doriath is a big fucking forest. He can probably hit a big fucking forest.

He attempts to hit the big fucking forest.

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As usual it makes itself known by determinedly shifting him in other directions!

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He sort of doesn't notice. Well, he notices, but it doesn't really register that he's in the right place and should attempt talking. He just thinks 'oh no you don't' and outmaneuvers the twisting effect with a mix of shadowstepping and practice with squirrelly landscape fucking with him. Landscape does not get to fuck with him. It tried to kill him earlier, it doesn't get to change where he goes.

The landscape stops fucking with him. He is very grateful, and he did not mean to fall to his knees in gratitude, but now here he is, and getting up is so hard. Easier to just collapse into the nice soft ground.

Fwump.

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When he looks up he is surrounded by Elves with bows drawn.

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...

Shit.

"... hi?" he attempts. He does not get up. He probably could if he really wanted to, but that sounds like pain.

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"What are you doing here?"

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"Bleeding, mostly. S'rry. There was, uh. Evil person, called... Mairon, was what he said. I stabbed him, he exploded me, it was... great."

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"How did you get into Doriath?"

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Oh, shit. He is in Doriath, isn't he.

"... Uh. Oops. Mix of shadowstepping and practice at navigating unhelpful landscape, with a good helping of not being... entirely in my right mind. Sorry. Accident. Figured this was safest and then, uh. Forgot to knock."

He doesn't giggle at the statement, but only just. Ow. Everything hurts.

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"Are you armed?"

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"Yeah, sorry, uh. I am completely willing to disarm but it, uh. Might take a while and it would be a trial. On account of the. Bleeding."

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"Is this related to the giant forest fire?"

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"Yeah I think I upset him. I have a talent for that kind of thing. Sorry about the forest, I hope I haven't upset any nature spirits or buried ancestors by inciting an evil god to set a forest on fire trying to kill me."

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"I'd more worry it'd spread to the human settlements," someone says dubiously. "If there's a Maia they can probably protect their tree."

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"Oh. Yes. That would also be bad." He maybe actually can't get up now. "That's unfortunate. Uh, is there a way to tell how much I hurt him? I definitely made him really really angry, but he was incorporeal for. Most. Of that fight."

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" - it isn't very likely you hurt Gorthaur," someone says gently. 

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Veron looks at him. He lacks vocabulary here.

He is tired.

He sends the Elf a play by play of the fight itself.

"I respectfully disagree," he says.

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" - I'll ask Melian. Is there any chance you led him here -"

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"I am pretty sure I lost him, because if I didn't I think he would have continued trying to kill me. But I don't know for sure."

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"Mmhmm. How long are you anticipating it will take you to recover?"

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"Uhhh..." He considers. "Day or two? I can go bleed outside of Doriath if you'd prefer, I just kind of need to not have to. Do things. For a little while."

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" - Melian wants to speak with you, if you can offer us assurance that you did not collaborate with the Enemy in coming here and mean us no harm."

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"I did not collaborate with the Enemy, mean you no harm, and if any of my actions put Doriath at risk I will do all I can to help you," he says, sending his sincerity.

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