[coaxed? perhaps. if they would call it 'coaxing' to justify their own measures. the admirable cares little for wars of another world.
so he's not sure where he is right now, having taken off as soon as the little pixies finished their introductions. left a scorching trail of footsteps in his wake, puddles of cooling magmatic crust. only after he comes to a stop does his form turn to heated flesh, and fire and stone to clothes only borderline proper, a distant imitation (or mockery) of those seen on the pixies.
he stands, quiet, eyes closed. listening. there are enough crystal shards protruding through his skin that he wonders if he can pull out the one they claim belongs to them. since before you were born.
the admirable / mairon | the silmarillion, pre-defection
so he's not sure where he is right now, having taken off as soon as the little pixies finished their introductions. left a scorching trail of footsteps in his wake, puddles of cooling magmatic crust. only after he comes to a stop does his form turn to heated flesh, and fire and stone to clothes only borderline proper, a distant imitation (or mockery) of those seen on the pixies.
he stands, quiet, eyes closed. listening. there are enough crystal shards protruding through his skin that he wonders if he can pull out the one they claim belongs to them. since before you were born.
it makes him want to laugh.]