Beleth feels five different separate forms of surprise all at once, and then again, but slowly. But confused as she is about Thranduil's reaction, his tone leaves no room for arguing--or if it did, it's not room Beleth is going to squeeze into. So, meekly: ]
Y-yes. I understand. I won't, I promise.
[ There's a pause at Thranduil's questions, then the rustling of canvas. Time to go be a sneaky scout. Or just. Stare out of her tent. ]
He's wearing...very fancy robes. They're very pretty. And he has gold threads woven into his hair. [ She wants gold threads in her hair--Wait, srs bzns time. ] No star--um. A sun? I think that's a sun.
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Beleth feels five different separate forms of surprise all at once, and then again, but slowly. But confused as she is about Thranduil's reaction, his tone leaves no room for arguing--or if it did, it's not room Beleth is going to squeeze into. So, meekly: ]
Y-yes. I understand. I won't, I promise.
[ There's a pause at Thranduil's questions, then the rustling of canvas. Time to go be a sneaky scout. Or just. Stare out of her tent. ]
He's wearing...very fancy robes. They're very pretty. And he has gold threads woven into his hair. [ She wants gold threads in her hair--Wait, srs bzns time. ] No star--um. A sun? I think that's a sun.