[ She closes her eyes as he begins to comb her hair, slowly relaxing as she settles into her place. It's a comfortable one. Peaceful--safe, even. Like the things that trouble her can't quite reach past the door.
Thranduil's advice and gentle reproach is...expected, and more polite than it could have been. It's also very true, and Beleth has to stop herself from nodding, lest she mess up the combing somehow. It was even worse for Middle Earth, that much Beleth knew. But it was still a bad idea, here. It was something she'd known, even when she'd gone to speak with Alistair. ]
The Lady Galadriel mentioned that she had a friend whose daughter made such a choice. I couldn't imagine having immortality and... [ She drifts off for a moment, before going back to the original subject. Because she probably doesn't have the right to question the choices of elves she had never met. ] ...You're right. I told myself that, but. Wardens are...different. The Dalish have had allied with them from the beginning. And Alistair, in particular, has not only helped take down an archdemon, but while working towards that, he and his group helped save a Dalish clan from werewolves.
I had hoped--It would be different. And that, out of all the humans, my mother...I don't know if she would approve, but surely she would not begrudge him too much. That he would be different from the regular humans. He's...a lot better about elves than other humans.
[ The knowledge of his parentage is on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows it. While she trusts Thranduil, she made a promise--and she planned on keeping that promise, unto death. ]
But it doesn't matter. You're right, it probably wouldn't have worked, anyway.
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Thranduil's advice and gentle reproach is...expected, and more polite than it could have been. It's also very true, and Beleth has to stop herself from nodding, lest she mess up the combing somehow. It was even worse for Middle Earth, that much Beleth knew. But it was still a bad idea, here. It was something she'd known, even when she'd gone to speak with Alistair. ]
The Lady Galadriel mentioned that she had a friend whose daughter made such a choice. I couldn't imagine having immortality and... [ She drifts off for a moment, before going back to the original subject. Because she probably doesn't have the right to question the choices of elves she had never met. ] ...You're right. I told myself that, but. Wardens are...different. The Dalish have had allied with them from the beginning. And Alistair, in particular, has not only helped take down an archdemon, but while working towards that, he and his group helped save a Dalish clan from werewolves.
I had hoped--It would be different. And that, out of all the humans, my mother...I don't know if she would approve, but surely she would not begrudge him too much. That he would be different from the regular humans. He's...a lot better about elves than other humans.
[ The knowledge of his parentage is on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows it. While she trusts Thranduil, she made a promise--and she planned on keeping that promise, unto death. ]
But it doesn't matter. You're right, it probably wouldn't have worked, anyway.