[ Beleth listens carefully to Thranduil's tale, making a few quiet noises of sympathy. What a shame, to have the blood of elven kings diluted into humans. But then Thranduil goes on. About a choice, about a forsooken twin, about a man who could have been a king of elves, and instead chose to be human.
Her temper, as it often does, comes with little warning, save the distinctive sound of a fist hitting wood. ]
You're fucking kidding me.
[ Thranduil's mysterious guest is temporarily forgotten. Elros seems to have the innate talent of pissing Beleth off to the point of open hostility. And without even trying! ]
He could have chosen to be--to be like you? To be what we were always supposed to be, to be what we should have been, what we were before we were reduced to this joke--
And left his twin? Left his twin to be a human? [ Her voice is shaking, this is something that hits intimately close to home. It's unfortunate, being an angry crier. ] Does he know what it's like, to lose your twin? To have someone you've spent your entire life with ripped from you, leave you feeling like you've a missing limb?
What has a human ever had to offer that you and your people do not surpass? How dare--If I ever see him again, I swear before Mythal herself, I'll...
[ She doesn't finish her words, but there's another distinctive sound of a wall getting kicked, followed by the more distinctive sound of Beleth in pain. ]
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Her temper, as it often does, comes with little warning, save the distinctive sound of a fist hitting wood. ]
You're fucking kidding me.
[ Thranduil's mysterious guest is temporarily forgotten. Elros seems to have the innate talent of pissing Beleth off to the point of open hostility. And without even trying! ]
He could have chosen to be--to be like you? To be what we were always supposed to be, to be what we should have been, what we were before we were reduced to this joke--
And left his twin? Left his twin to be a human? [ Her voice is shaking, this is something that hits intimately close to home. It's unfortunate, being an angry crier. ] Does he know what it's like, to lose your twin? To have someone you've spent your entire life with ripped from you, leave you feeling like you've a missing limb?
What has a human ever had to offer that you and your people do not surpass? How dare--If I ever see him again, I swear before Mythal herself, I'll...
[ She doesn't finish her words, but there's another distinctive sound of a wall getting kicked, followed by the more distinctive sound of Beleth in pain. ]