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Thranduil.

[ Beleth speaks far more rushed than usual, voice wracked with worry. ]

Sina's clan--and some of my clan--are here. They're here, they just showed up and set up in Sina's forest. In Hightown. Madame de Coux is speaking with the Viscount.

I have to go to my family. By the Dread Wolf, what were they thinking--Would you come with me? We have to figure out...I don't know. Something.

[ he can hear the fear and concern in her voice before the words register. he rises from his desk on that alone. ]

How many? Is Deheune with them?

[ no blood has been spilled yet. there needn't be any more dead elves. she can hear him moving down a hallway, the slam of a door, the rustle of clothes. ]

I am in Hightown. I will wait for you. We must go together.

No, there was only one Keeper present, and she matched the description of Keeper Thalia. I'm not surprised, my mother wouldn't just--just wander into Hightown, she'd have warned me, at least--

[ The sounds of her rushing around are clear, under her hurried chatter. Heavy footfalls of stairs, her words occasionally pauses as she mumbles apologies to anyone in her way. ]

--They asked for Sorrel and I by name. He'll be here shortly, but--Creators, Thranduil. What if fighting breaks out? What if they expect me to do--I don't know, something. Anything. I had thought that I had lived down all the fuss about me being Head of Scouting, but this is just going to get that going again, I just know it.

[ She's worrying about ten things at once, a new and equally horrible scenario bursting into her head every time she stops to think about it. ]

Your mother may have listened-

[ no time. he glamours himself with ease- hides the glow, the shine of his hair, the point of his ear, the glow in his hand. he needs to be able to run through hightown without fear or drawing attention. ]

We will keep them safe, Beleth. In the Gallows, they might be protected. Madame will do well with the viscount, she did well to go to him. We do not need the nobility worried about a Dalish invasion.

[ in the streets now, murmuring low in his throat: ]

Tell me of Thalia. What does she fear? How might she be appealed to?

Sorrel's told me a little about her--he's already gone to meet her. He says that she's very kind, but she's...a bit of a risk taker. More than Deheune, anyway. If that wasn't clear by now.

And...she would do anything for Sina. Their whole clan would. We can probably use that as leverage.

[ It's not a lot, but it's all she has to go on. A few deep breaths, interrupted by her giving orders to those who man the ferries to and from the Gallows. ]

Creators, this is a nightmare. One wrong move, and--This isn't just some random Dalish clan, either. There are members of clan Ashara there. My family, just sitting in the middle of Hightown, surrounded by a pack of shemlen. This is fantastic. This is just! Great!

[ She might be getting herself just a little worked up. ]

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As clear as glass. [ he despairs of some of these elves. and then he remembers they're just children, and how do you expect anything of children? ]

Beleth. [ stopping, to make sure she's heard him, and stopped her running thoughts. ] We will keep them safe. They will not want to risk more deaths. We will simply speak with them until they grasp the situation, and then they will be moved.

[ he'll carry them out if he has to. he will have no elven blood spilled in this city. ]

[ It's an odd thing. No matter how anxious Beleth gets, head crammed with the worst possible scenarios, whenever Thranduil assures her of something, she easily believes him. There's a way that he speaks, that reminds her almost of her mother. It's so assured, as if he knew the world itself would not dare to bend any way other than the one he wills it to.

She takes a deep breath, and allows herself a few moments. ]

Alright. Yes. You're right, I apologize for losing focus. We can do this.

I'll be there shortly. And thank you, Thranduil.

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