[ What else is there for Thranduil to know? He knows the depth of what Fen'Harel is and was; what Solas did, how Solas changed the world in the attempt to make it better. He had hoped the Veil would free the People, that they would be able to live and grow and flourish... He had not expected... This.
There's nothing left to tell, and he is exhausted from the weight of it. He feels as though he might fall apart, but he has someone - more than one someone - to push the pieces of himself together again.
The sharpness of his name makes him lift up and he hesitates, staring. ]
Is there?
[ For a moment, all Solas can do is stare at the hand offered to him. He doesn't know what to do with it, at least at first, and there's some hesitance to him. He's afraid of what it might mean to take the hand - he's afraid of what it might mean to accept everything that Thranduil offers. The comfort, the warmth, the friendship.
Things he had given up, things he had lost.
Solas takes the hand. ]
No one wants what the Veil did to the People. That is why I must end it.
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There's nothing left to tell, and he is exhausted from the weight of it. He feels as though he might fall apart, but he has someone - more than one someone - to push the pieces of himself together again.
The sharpness of his name makes him lift up and he hesitates, staring. ]
Is there?
[ For a moment, all Solas can do is stare at the hand offered to him. He doesn't know what to do with it, at least at first, and there's some hesitance to him. He's afraid of what it might mean to take the hand - he's afraid of what it might mean to accept everything that Thranduil offers. The comfort, the warmth, the friendship.
Things he had given up, things he had lost.
Solas takes the hand. ]
No one wants what the Veil did to the People. That is why I must end it.