I do not think she has lost her fear entirely, but she is no longer panicking, ( he says. his own hair is in a braid, and he slides down in the bed to rest his head on the pillow, but keeps watching her. )
And it didn't occur to you to discuss any of that with me before you sprang a lot of paranoid, unhelpful horseshit—
( she really stresses the word, drawing it out, underlining it, )
—and blindsided me by expecting my mind to dribble out my ears so I'd be ignorant enough to play along with whatever half-baked theatrical performance that was supposed to fucking be.
'Unbecoming to his position'. And what the fuck was this? Because it wasn't you protecting anyone. I won't applaud you for pissing gasoline onto an open flame.
What was I supposed to think? ( with great disdain. ) How exactly was I supposed to comfort her, Thranduil? Did you imagine I would just sit there silently while you took advantage of her fear to make a bad situation worse? I can't comfort someone you are encouraging to be afraid at the same time.
If you want to play power games with your colleagues, do it in your own fucking time and without using people I care for as pawns.
This is not a game, ( disgusted enough with the concept that the word feels like filth in his mouth, ) do you truly- truly, Gwenaëlle, not just in anger- think so little of me?
( his nose wrinkles at 'coal'. sounds awfully sauron-y of you, buddy. )
None. None of the last. The others- yes.
( he watches tony carefully with the compilation of cosima's legacy. which is how he thinks of it, even when she wasn't the only one to contribute to it. there have been too many rifters for him to start getting sentimental with more than a few. )
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