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thranduil oropherion ([personal profile] rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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dirth: (her kitchen chair)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-28 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Solas begins to fold, the distraction enough when his mind is already a tangle, despite the warm respite of dreaming with Galadriel at his side. ]

She overheard whispers in the Temple of Falon'Din. A spirit coloured as Mythal called me 'rebel'. She and I have spoken often of the nature of supposed Gods, too, and her mind is quicker than you might imagine.
dirth: (who outdrew you)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-28 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I had considered it.

[ His eyes flick over Thranduil for a moment, drinking him in, but he bites his own tongue. ]

She is from a world where the Gods walk among people without pause. She called me much the same. [ And it's obvious just how much he hates that idea, please do not label him as any kind of God. ] I have already considered my options. My faith in her is strong, but she does not have the trust I have in you.

[ A sigh. ]

She asks for nothing but to help. To serve.
dirth: (the minor fall)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
I would not take her service, but I fear that I have little in the way of choice. She is determined, God or otherwise.

[ Solas frowns, hesitating with his hands in a shirt, eyes downcast. ]

I have considered her removal. It would be... Problematic.
dirth: (you saw her bathing)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I had been planning for her use, but I was caught off guard.

[ It's said wryly, at least; many people had been doing this to him over the last few months. Catching him unawares, leaving him baffled and confused, discontent in secrets being revealed. Adalia knows some, Thranduil knows some, Galadriel knows more.

He dislikes it. ]


Perhaps she will still be of use, if carefully monitored.
dirth: (each of us standing bare)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
I fear I am the carrot more than the stick. [ Are they parents? Solas feels disquieted at the notion. ] We are both in a position to watch her, as much as is needed. I believe she goes to Tevinter with you, so she is little threat to me for at least some days.

[ Solas lets the shirt go, breathing a sigh. ]

I will have to kill her. No one will believe the rambles of a Rifter claiming to have met a Dalish God. None would believe that I could embody the Dread Wolf.
dirth: (into the night?)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
You are not her minder, and I think she will not speak to you if this. I imagine she thinks herself the only one to know. [ Which is not necessarily a bad thing. It is isolating and makes her easier to watch over. ] You will be busy, as will she. This is no time for idleness - and I am certain Adalia will find much to distract herself with in Tevinter.

[ He watches Thranduil move, pauses, then accepts the ring, head tilted. ]

To be worn, or to be locked away? [ There is power in rings, after all. ]
dirth: (is the war that will)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It is the most that can be allowed. I will be on guard until she returns.

[ Solas watches his friend prepare, his gaze dropping down to the ring. There’s hesitance there - it’s not as though his friendships are any secret, but few have been so content to have him declared so obviously. All in the Inquisition will know Solas did not get the ring himself for himself.

It is a good thing all the same. ]


I will wear it well and hope it brings fortune. The Dalish will not welcome me truly, but I may be afforded some kindness.

[ But, hm. He frowns, sly eyes drinking in Thranduil properly. ]

I do not know what you mean.

[ Yes he does. He slips on the ring, on the middle finger of his right hand. ]
dirth: (into the night?)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This is not what Solas had come to speak of, and even with his anxieties comforted he still wishes to make sure he is set on a plan for Adalia, but this is well laid bait he cannot help but take advantage of. ]

Is it so different from traditional courting?

[ Sometimes, Solas thinks he ought to bite his own tongue. ]
dirth: (where's the one)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-08-31 09:18 pm (UTC)(link)
And I care for her. I would not have shared as I did were or not so.

[ They had kissed once, before she had learned, and Solas had fled. He had not wished to lie to her. He had not wished to betray the trust she gave him. Now she knows more than anyone; Solas welcomes her into his life and his heart.

The mention of her husband has him souring a little however. ]


She spoke of him, once. It was enough for me to hear.

[ But that’s not relevant at all, is it. ]

No. We are all watching. It is all that can be done.
dirth: (you'll make it now)

time is an illusion. action.

[personal profile] dirth 2018-09-04 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Solas had read the report. Of course he had - it was public, for anyone to see and view, for anyone to devour, and he had been able to see what Morrigan had said of Mythal, what damning words she had used on the best of the People. He's well aware that the heart of Mythal herself may no longer have a place in the woman she had become, mixed and joined with Flemeth as she was, but...

The spark of anger is more difficult to bear.

He pushes himself into Thranduil's office, making sure the door is shut tight and quiet behind him, before he flings the papers onto the desk, looking sour and frustrated.

It seems, at least for now, Thranduil is Solas' only port of call in this dangerous storm. ]


I knew Morrigan a fool who believed in old falsehoods, but this is... Not what I had imagined of her.
dirth: (the baffled king)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-09-04 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Solas doesn't even think about the sweetness pressed into his hands, looking irate and frustrated in a way he can't put into words, tension making his jawline clench. ]

This is -

[ Are there even any words? Solas is frustrated beyond belief, not just because Morrigan dared to say such things but because she was so public about the matter. Did she not pause to think of the future? Did she not consider what might happen, if people believe the People have returned?

They have not, Solas knows that as much as anyone, but there's an edge of something tight and dangerous about him. ]


It is a copy. I cannot say if it is the only one. [ Sourly; ] But it is one, for anyone to read.
dirth: (doubts that will never go away)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-09-04 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
They will not listen!

[ And here, the hurt is real. Solas knows, first hand, and he moves, stepping away from Thranduil's side, feeling a weight in his chest that makes him feel prickled and unsure. This should not be the thing that makes the Dalish listen; they should have been capable before. They should not have been ignorant.

He is fuming. Bitter. Frustrated with their refusals, with their inability to see the truth bared in front of them.

Turning away, Solas breathes. ]


They call me 'flat-ear', they shun me, turn me from their camps, but the word of a human woman will be enough to sway them? All whilst they summon me to take their enemies?

[ Ugh. ]
dirth: (and if your well is empty)

[personal profile] dirth 2018-09-04 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
His heart died when he woke to a world where his sacrifice meant nothing!

[ But does Thranduil know that? Of course not. There is so much that Thranduil does not know yet, so many things Solas has swallowed back; is this the time? There is more weight to him than he can possibly express, and Solas can't do much more than shift, turning away, trying to pull his jaw free of the touch.

It doesn't matter how soothing it is. He is unworthy of it. ]


All that I gave them they threw aside, as if it was meaningless. They clung to the lies their so-called Gods told them and spurned the truth.

[ He scoffs. ]

They will not take me as their champion. They spurn me, hate me, loathe me. They shun me even as I have a place among them, question my reasons, my heart, my knowledge.

[ He tilts his head up, looking at Thranduil with the same tilt he is forced to look at Galadriel. ]

Mythal did now cow. She died. She was killed.

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