[ several hours later, he's still right next to the crystal, letting conversations from the network play in hopes of any news on Thranduil, while he combs his fingers through gwenaelle's hair. so, when thranduil's voice comes through, he immediately snatches it up, giving gwen's shoulder a shake. ]
no subject
We're here. [ Both of us, you know who. ]
Where are you? Are you well?