Come here. All is well. [ except, of course, that it is not. dalish are as tough as their lifestyle requires them to be, which means that beleth's sadness isn't caused by something he could ever call small. he rests his hand on her shoulder and uses the other to open the door, ushering her in.
the room is- surprising not terribly elfy. two beds, one dwarf size, both neatly made. an assortment of books, papers written in sindarin- if beleth can read them, she'll notice a few words about the fade among words galadriel wouldn't have taught. he ushers her over to a small table and chairs, and sits her on one, gracefully sinking to his knees beside her. she'll speak when she's ready. ]
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the room is- surprising not terribly elfy. two beds, one dwarf size, both neatly made. an assortment of books, papers written in sindarin- if beleth can read them, she'll notice a few words about the fade among words galadriel wouldn't have taught. he ushers her over to a small table and chairs, and sits her on one, gracefully sinking to his knees beside her. she'll speak when she's ready. ]