Ah. [ He starts, not needing Thranduil to sink into that longing to understand the sting of it. Family given briefly before taken away. It's cruel, even if a parent is accustom to watching their children leave for their own path.
From their prior conversation, it seems clear the this elf isn't one to linger on unnecessarily painful memories, so he leaves it at that alone, as he had 'The Enemy'.
Their cultures had been the same in that pursuit of art, beauty, and perfection in all things, at least, in what the Aen Seidhe had been before they'd been decimated. Even now, they tend to approach their work, be it mixing herbs for tonics, archer, or smithing, with a natural striving for the pinnacle of their abilities.
when they'd been a peaceful, undisturbed people, it was easy for them to spend time on such things. now, it's just about seeing the next day, for you and your family.
Iorveth realizes he's being watched, that it isn't a normal kind of reaction for a man to find an invader in his office then offer him heirlooms to play with. For the moment, he doesn't think on it much more than that. ]
The craftsmanship is incredible - unparalleled. [ At some point, he'd taken off a glove to touch bare fingertips along the metal of the blade, trying to imagine the material it came from, how it had been forged, as if he'd be able to take the knowledge back home with him. Which, of course, is absurd, Iorveth letting out a short scoff at the thought, as he shakes his head. ] What I wouldn't give to see an Elven kingdom still in such heights of prosperity. Just to walk the streets for a day.
[ Would it heal something in him? Satisfy the ache in him that mourns something long lost? Ancestors in his blood that cry out for justice, or just to be remembered by a world that passed them by. Maybe just to live a dream, for a small few hours. ]
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From their prior conversation, it seems clear the this elf isn't one to linger on unnecessarily painful memories, so he leaves it at that alone, as he had 'The Enemy'.
Their cultures had been the same in that pursuit of art, beauty, and perfection in all things, at least, in what the Aen Seidhe had been before they'd been decimated. Even now, they tend to approach their work, be it mixing herbs for tonics, archer, or smithing, with a natural striving for the pinnacle of their abilities.
when they'd been a peaceful, undisturbed people, it was easy for them to spend time on such things. now, it's just about seeing the next day, for you and your family.
Iorveth realizes he's being watched, that it isn't a normal kind of reaction for a man to find an invader in his office then offer him heirlooms to play with. For the moment, he doesn't think on it much more than that. ]
The craftsmanship is incredible - unparalleled. [ At some point, he'd taken off a glove to touch bare fingertips along the metal of the blade, trying to imagine the material it came from, how it had been forged, as if he'd be able to take the knowledge back home with him. Which, of course, is absurd, Iorveth letting out a short scoff at the thought, as he shakes his head. ] What I wouldn't give to see an Elven kingdom still in such heights of prosperity. Just to walk the streets for a day.
[ Would it heal something in him? Satisfy the ache in him that mourns something long lost? Ancestors in his blood that cry out for justice, or just to be remembered by a world that passed them by. Maybe just to live a dream, for a small few hours. ]