[ She looks a little surprised at the idea that something could be important simply on the basis of it upsetting her, but doesn't move to contradict him. Instead, she gives him a small smile, squeezing his hand back. It was an honor, odd but agreeable, that he would take her distresses so seriously, and just that knowledge is a comfort in and of itself.

And as Thranduil talks, Beleth listens intently, eyebrows rising. Well. Alistair may be a royal bastard, but she doubted anyone would call him a prince. Going for a princess--well, she couldn't fault Thranduil for low standards, at least. ]

Did you confess your feelings to her?

[ There's a small, thoughtful pause. ]

--And how long did you take to plan it, because I have been given the impression that I might have gotten carried away, and possibly over-planned. Just a little. I didn't think that being sure that I was prepared was a bad thing, but. Um. It's possible I was incorrect.