[ Thranduil's words elicit a fond, bashful smile, and she ducks her head, a small smile playing across her lips. It would be nice, if it ever happened, for someone to look at her like that. For someone to think that she's something...good enough. More than good enough, even. It would be something.

In the meantime, however, there's pettiness to give into. And authority to give to Thranduil that he probably shouldn't possess. And yet. ]

...I don't want to be mean. I just--It hurt. I was upset, clearly so, when he told me he didn't feel the same way. And he told me I shouldn't have gotten so wound up.

[ Her fingers press hard against the cup, as she frowns at the tea. ]

I just want him to feel a little upset, too. Let him get a little wound up.