Corypheus is... [ thranduil waves his hand, dismissive. ] Small. A flea. Had we been here with any strength, with a nation, with a People who possessed the foresight to fight him when he was yet manageable, he would have been handled long ago.

[ something lurks behind his eyes, in the way he momentarily gazes past solas, past this room. ]

He can be dealt with. Then the Veil, and the Blight, and finally things will be in their proper order.

[ he squeezes solas' hand, offering what comfort he can with the warmth of his affection, his certainty.

but another thought occurs to him: ]

What of the remaining Evanuris, when the Veil falls?