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No, [ thranduil says, drawing the threads together as she speaks. ] No, you cannot.

[ he needs a moment. not to pull at what he knows of arda and come to a conclusion based on that, which is like breathing. no. this is thedas, where he is a new arrival, an interloper. ]

They are not kin to you, I think. They have-- something links them to the Darkspawn, something foul and sweet like rot, it makes them unclean. What have they taken in from their dragons? I hear nothing any foulness that in your music, but they are a secretive bunch and may well want you for their own purposes. I know those here have sworn an oath of sorts to aid us, but they are Wardens first.

Your voice- do the words command here as they did there?

There are elves in Skyrim who are corrupted. Falmer. Twisted, blind, living in darkness with poisonous creatures; I spoke to a Warden before of them and that she spoke of them and the Darkspawn in the same breath is...something to think of.

[If Inessa can still be spoken to then maybe she can reach out more, somehow. Her only talent at speaking with others has been to get shopkeepers and traders to give her good prices in bargains so she's not got any honeyed words to help her here. But she can't ignore the overlaps.

It's impossible not to. And she might need to write things down to pass to Thranduil on the promise he burns it after, if it falls into their hands then her blade would have to come out.]

Not their souls, but there are things other than souls that it could be. I'm friendly enough with one of them, if I find more I'll let you know, I need to know what they're doing, what they are. This is-- this is wrong. This is a sickness.

[A sigh shudders out of her, borders on the edge of a laugh.]

More than half my Voice is locked away from me. I know the words but nothing comes. I've tested some in secret but never against a foe, against a being. They look at us differently, are they ready for this? For a gag? To cut out my tongue?

We have the yrch, [ he says, and nothing more, because he will not explain them for this conversation, though she offered the falmer. yes, to think of orcs in the same breath as darkspawn is easy indeed; he has thought of it when fighting them. ]

I would appreciate the knowledge. It is wrong.

[ wrong enough to resonate with both of them. ]

If I were king, and I had this occur... [ the elves, he would not harm, that is his nature, but playing host and playing host would look very different, depending on how they all behaved. ]

That we were not all executed is an indication that they value our usefulness somewhat. But I will prepare for a way to keep us all safe, if such a thing seems to be on the horizon.

[That word strikes home, but orsc are orsimer are the mer no one claims a kinship with so she too leaves it for now, the children of Malacath.]

I am the Dragonborn but little respect was afforded me until I had run their errands, I've sat at the truce table when the world was close to breaking and all they wanted was to divide it up and blame one another for it. I've seen these things. Survived them. If you have need you can reach me.

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