"Some call us fairies. Just as there are many kinds of people, there are many kinds of fae. Some are kind trickster, some are not as kind."
โWhat is a fae?โ Pippin asks curiously. โAre you like an elf? Orโฆ or are you like Tom Bombadil!โ
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๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฆ - Pierrot
"Some call us fairies. Just as there are many kinds of people, there are many kinds of fae. Some are kind trickster, some are not as kind."
โWhat is a fae?โ Pippin asks curiously. โAre you like an elf? Orโฆ or are you like Tom Bombadil!โ
She offered a kinder smile while brushing her hair aside. "Names have power. By giving me your name, you gave me power over you." She knelt before him. "I am of the fae folk, the ones you people would call fairies. I know of kings because my court presides over summer. I am known as Aine."
โGah!โ The old man stuttered, but fell to his knees. โWhat is this devilry?!โ
He gave me his name freely. You all heard it.
"That is one way to look at it." She reached out, grabbing one of the previously offered cherries. "Fae like me can be persuaded to return that which is given. Some may ask for a trade, of course."
โOh! Yes, I believe I doโฆ if you took my name, I would have to ask for it back!โ Pippin smiles then, glad at his conclusion.
There it was. Pact sealed. "Then, Denethor..." She snapped her fingers, magic taking control. "Kneel."
โDid you not hear me?! Yes!โ
"Oh my... You aren't arresting a poor traveler are you? Without even giving them your name? How is one to know if you do not tell them?"
Denethor scowls. โYou should already know it if you are within my halls. GUARDS!โ
They were going to be perfectly harmless. Maybe have him do a jig on command or something. Just enough to humiliate him.
Fae tricks are no small thing. He'd have better conclusion having his leg torn off by a crocodile.
"A wild of sorts," she mused, lips stretching into a grin. "But first, kind sir, may I have your name?"
โThere is no king by that name in our histories,โ Denethor plucks some grapes from the plate. โAre you a wild woman of the North, then?โ
A man is getting an attitude with me. I'm about to make his day worse.
Did someone say getting an attitude with fae?
//denethor boutta get tripped down the stairs
Oh? A haughty one. "Only that I was the one who took away Ailill's right to rule many moons ago."
Sneers. โAnd what would you know of the kings of old?โ
I remember a time where a man had to marry specific members of my kind to be a king.
"No, I don't think I will. You never ๐จ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ me your name, you simply told me what it is. I also never asked to ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ your name." She smiled. "Do you understand?"
โโฆ oh.โ Pippin slowly takes back his offered cherries. Something wary grows in his glance to the fae. โIs that what you intend, now that Iโve introduced myself?โ
Oh look at that. A long table with a feast all prepared. Oh wow.
Perhaps I can, perhaps I can't. You will never know unless you ask.
You cannot give me what I want.
"Names, dear Pippin, carry power. Never give it freely or someone could use it to gain power over you."
โIf itโs about the food,โ Pippin begins, his mouth still full. โI already know โ swallow before eating another piece! But this is just so delicious! Would you like some?โ He eagerly offers Aine a cherry.
That solely depends on what you would trade for your name.
If you had something to offer me, perhaps. But that I doubt.