The same. [His fingers resume their motion on her neck, now slow and distracted rather than attentive.]
In the nine realms there are two kinds of elves. The light elves- which are most like those who have been on our team- who dwell in the realm of Alfheimr, and the dark elves who live on Svartalfheimr. They were related, I think, long ago in the distant past before the light elves devoted themselves to the good, pure things of this world and the dark elves turned to mischief and evil and treachous things. [Usually Odinson laments that he hasn't his brother's skill at tale-telling. But for now he finds it fitting. There is no good way to tell this tale.]
Among these is one by the name of Malekith. He is the darkest and most twisted of all of them- and the most ambitious. When I first encountered him, many years ago, he was in the service of Surtur, the demon lord of the fire realm Muspelheimr, and he was content to do his bidding and wreak havoc on the peoples of Earth. I overcame him them, and he was locked away. For good, I thought.
He surfaced again a few years ago and set the nine realms into a war in which my allies and I barely won. He escaped our grasp then- [Odinson cannot help the grim tone of his voice. If they'd captured Malekith then, so many things would have been different.] and he made many alliances with other evil men and beings before I next met him.
[But Odinson was not the same when they next met, and he isn't sure where to begin that. Silence falls as he considers it, steeling himself for what must be told.]
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In the nine realms there are two kinds of elves. The light elves- which are most like those who have been on our team- who dwell in the realm of Alfheimr, and the dark elves who live on Svartalfheimr. They were related, I think, long ago in the distant past before the light elves devoted themselves to the good, pure things of this world and the dark elves turned to mischief and evil and treachous things. [Usually Odinson laments that he hasn't his brother's skill at tale-telling. But for now he finds it fitting. There is no good way to tell this tale.]
Among these is one by the name of Malekith. He is the darkest and most twisted of all of them- and the most ambitious. When I first encountered him, many years ago, he was in the service of Surtur, the demon lord of the fire realm Muspelheimr, and he was content to do his bidding and wreak havoc on the peoples of Earth. I overcame him them, and he was locked away. For good, I thought.
He surfaced again a few years ago and set the nine realms into a war in which my allies and I barely won. He escaped our grasp then- [Odinson cannot help the grim tone of his voice. If they'd captured Malekith then, so many things would have been different.] and he made many alliances with other evil men and beings before I next met him.
[But Odinson was not the same when they next met, and he isn't sure where to begin that. Silence falls as he considers it, steeling himself for what must be told.]