A smirk tugs Garmr’s lips at Thranduil’s snarky reply. “Of course it is to my pleasure. Everything here is.” He replied, walking a slow prowling circle around his brother. “Oh, you mean the lad Alioth has taken under his wing?” the Lagoon Boss asks, rebuking Thranduil’s need to seem useful. Garmr had stuck by his decree, Pandemonium hadn’t been touched or the one to be traded away. “You still have your little pet.” the large stallion quipped before coming to a stop, his eyes glittering with amusement when the pale stallion found the need to turn and face him like an enemy. Garmr wouldn’t attack him; not while he claimed to still be a brother. But by how Thranduil was acting, how long would that truly be?


“You’re not turning soft, are you, Thranduil?” Garmr asks, despite already knowing the answer. He had seen the change as it happened over the seasons. The less Thranduil would leave the Lagoon to harass the herds. The less he would try to bolster their ranks, or even his own. It was the same as every stallion that became a parent for the first time. The same for every stallion that fell in love. Garmr wanted to sneer in disgust at what had become of the stallion he had grown up with. How different they had become from one another.


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