[ any and all pleasant small talk she might have wanted to make is forgotten. ]
They will answer.
[ and if that's ominous, he doesn't care. thousands of years of being obeyed, of expecting to be obeyed doesn't fade away after a year in thedas. some things remain, vicious under the placid coat he's wrapped about himself in the past year and change. ]
If they will not answer you, perhaps a face without vallaslin will be less intimidating, yes? And time must be spent showing them we are nothing to fear, but with every day that passes, more are lost.
[ he stops, for a moment, woolgathering, and- ]
I will visit the Alienage myself tomorrow morning. Alone, I think, but another time we must go together, and you will point out where the holes are in the crowd.
[ Whoa, there. Ellana has a moment where she remembers Galadriel's might; how she seemed to embody Mythal in her very stance and presence. Now Thranduil is giving her those vibes again. ]
They're looking out for themselves. Maybe they can't trust their neighbors; I don't know. But yes, they might tell you something.
[ Simply because it's a choice between fearing the neighbors turning them in to someone and fearing what this rifter elf might do if he doesn't get answers. ]
Good. I'll definitely go with you after you've seen things yourself.
[ he could not save the clan that herian and pel had butchered; there are hundreds of elves who die daily in the far-off places he cannot reach across thedas, and here, under his nose, is something that seems odd, something he can affect-
even if it turns out to be nothing, he will retire better to his little room in the gallows. ]
I will be discreet, [ he amends. ] Is there a tavern, perhaps? Somewhere they are able to gather without shemlen. An open market?
Anywhere outside the alienage is going to have a majority of humans walking around, I'm afraid. But if I hear of such a gathering place, I'll let you know.
no subject
They will answer.
[ and if that's ominous, he doesn't care. thousands of years of being obeyed, of expecting to be obeyed doesn't fade away after a year in thedas. some things remain, vicious under the placid coat he's wrapped about himself in the past year and change. ]
If they will not answer you, perhaps a face without vallaslin will be less intimidating, yes? And time must be spent showing them we are nothing to fear, but with every day that passes, more are lost.
[ he stops, for a moment, woolgathering, and- ]
I will visit the Alienage myself tomorrow morning. Alone, I think, but another time we must go together, and you will point out where the holes are in the crowd.
no subject
They're looking out for themselves. Maybe they can't trust their neighbors; I don't know. But yes, they might tell you something.
[ Simply because it's a choice between fearing the neighbors turning them in to someone and fearing what this rifter elf might do if he doesn't get answers. ]
Good. I'll definitely go with you after you've seen things yourself.
no subject
[ he could not save the clan that herian and pel had butchered; there are hundreds of elves who die daily in the far-off places he cannot reach across thedas, and here, under his nose, is something that seems odd, something he can affect-
even if it turns out to be nothing, he will retire better to his little room in the gallows. ]
I will be discreet, [ he amends. ] Is there a tavern, perhaps? Somewhere they are able to gather without shemlen. An open market?
no subject
[ She thinks for a moment, frowning to herself. ]
Anywhere outside the alienage is going to have a majority of humans walking around, I'm afraid. But if I hear of such a gathering place, I'll let you know.