It was almost as if he willed them into existence. The Lagoon stallion takes a place at his side. The black blanketed Lagoonie was taller than himself so it gave him an extra boost looking into the eyes of the three on the other side. Not perfect, but he did feel better about the situation now. This feeling only intensified the moment Garmr appears. The largest of them all comes out of the woodwork. Even larger than the young mare in front of them.

Thranduil grins when their Boss threatens the unknown mare before giving the small one a choice. Green eyes curiously watch the petite mare for her answer before she surprisingly comes forward. Great choice, he thinks. The little mare (he liked saying that because not many were smaller than him these days) walks past them with no signs of fight left. He took one glance at the young stallion and mare against them before turning himself to follow the petite mare back home. Someone had to make sure she made it.

As he did so, he could hear that large mare snipping back to Garmr about how ready she was to fight him. He snickers knowing Garmr was way more experienced than himself. His Boss was strong and had this magical way with the ladies. It was odd to him that none of them were just after looks anymore. All these filthy mares only wanted power and something handsome to look at. His eyes roll as he begins to make his way into the sea.

Maybe one day.