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[ he's got the crystal close to his face, clenched in his fist. ]

Beleth. You are not to be alone with him, or the other one. Do you understand me?

[ he's stopped by the realization that oh, someone came tumbling down. he hauls her back up with an arm around her waist, gently guides her back into the chair, and stalks off towards the window.

how fast would he have to talk to persuade cassandra to loan him a ship. ]

His companion- what color were his clothes? Was there some sigil or device on them? A star?

[ What the fuck. What the fuck??

Beleth feels five different separate forms of surprise all at once, and then again, but slowly. But confused as she is about Thranduil's reaction, his tone leaves no room for arguing--or if it did, it's not room Beleth is going to squeeze into. So, meekly: ]

Y-yes. I understand. I won't, I promise.

[ There's a pause at Thranduil's questions, then the rustling of canvas. Time to go be a sneaky scout. Or just. Stare out of her tent. ]

He's wearing...very fancy robes. They're very pretty. And he has gold threads woven into his hair. [ She wants gold threads in her hair--Wait, srs bzns time. ] No star--um. A sun? I think that's a sun.

Good, [ he says, and he's swept with relief that she understood immediately, that she didn't need persuasion or explanation. she's a good girl, well-behaved, and the thought of her around one of the feanorians has him weighing all his accumulated favors against the potential necessity of saving them for the future.

he assumes 'a sun' means bright colors, and he relaxes somewhat, shooting off an apologetic look to gwenaelle, now off the floor, still righteously confused. ]

Did Maedhros call him anything, as I call you 'iell'? Did you hear them use any language you do not know?

[ She has no idea what's going on, or what these elves have done to provoke such a reaction from Thranduil, but. Thranduil has never been anything but reasonable, his opinions always with a good purpose (not that she's bias or anything). He wouldn't ask such a thing of her unless it was important. ]

I'm sorry, I haven't heard anything they have said to each other. If you want, I can try to listen in to their conversations...?

Or get one of my scouts to do it. [ That's not being alone with them, right. ]

Yes. A scout.

[ what a good idea. find a nice redshirt to go spy on two rightly paranoid elf princes. ]

They are-- Beleth, do not underestimate them. I would not face either of them in combat willingly. They are motivated by things beyond the both of is, Maedhros especially. He is the scion of kings, the other is like to be as well.

[ he paces back to the chair where he was perched, then to the window once more. ]

Have a Man do it. No elves, no dwarves, no Qunari.

( A bit more discreetly, Gwenaëlle dangles her own crystal from her fingertips, mouths: I know someone there, an offer of assistance made much more inaudibly than her previous yelp. )

[ Beleth, oblivious to any Gwens or other people listening in to their conversation, muses on Thranduil's instructions. Does it have to be a man specifically, she wonders, going over the list of scouts available to her. Would a human woman work? But that sounds dumb to say, so she doesn't. She'll figure it out. ]

I understand, Thranduil. I'll be careful. I--I won't let any threats hurt the Inquisition.

Or you.

[ Her voice grows a little stronger at that, and she gives a decisive nod. ]

I promise. I won't let anyone be a threat to you.

[ his mood breaks with a huff of laughter- she knows him well enough to imagine his expression, that wry amusement writ behind some measure of stoicism. but he is in hightown behind closed doors, and gwen knows his mind and beleth ought to have been able to kindle to it by now. ]

Elbereth's stars, Beleth, no. I do not give a whit for the Inquisition. Keep yourself and yours safe, tell me what you find. Chiefest among my worries is that he sees, perhaps, someone strike an elf, and reacts accordingly. Who would the shemlen blame?

[ he plays the long game. the slow game. maedhros and his friend having no context to put thedas in perspective could lead to ruin. ]

You needn't protect me, little one. I will speak with him when he comes here, see if we cannot reach an accord. Though we were not allies in Arda, we may yet come to an agreement here. But I must know how best to approach him, and for that I will need to know the state he is in.

[ She offers her own huff of annoyance in return, because she can picture his current expression perfectly well, and it is not one that's taking her seriously. ]

I...suppose you're right. No--You are right, Thranduil. I'll be careful, and see what I can learn.

I hope that you can work things out with them. He...seemed nice enough. He was sympathetic, when I told him about how the elves here are...less, now. And he said I had a brave heart.

[ Beleth likes to believe she's cautious but that doesn't always stick around when people start giving her compliments and positive attention. It's almost like she has a self-esteem issue. ]

...By the way. Out of curiosity, are there any deep water monsters within Middle Earth, that you're aware of? Ones that are incomprehensibly enormous, beyond mortal reckoning, and what not.

[ Just wondering. ]

I will have you whole and hale, Beleth Ashara. I would be loathe to need to tell your mother that you had injured yourself on advice from me.

[ he doesn't have a fear of her, but who want to tell a parent that something happened to their child because of your incompetence or failure to strike fear into their heart? ]

You have a very brave heart, iell.

[ record scratch. ]

What is happening there, Beleth?

Edited 2017-10-01 04:13 (UTC)

I'm sure my mother would understand that it would be my own fault--Ah. Well.

[ Polite throat clearing. ]

I didn't want to worry you. [ But attempting to distract him with news of more Middle Earth elves didn't go very well. ] There's just this...beast, that has been stopping us from being able to get off the island. We've got a plan, though! Which is coming together quite well.

It's just that--I've never even heard of anything like it before. I was hoping that you might have some knowledge of something similar. Your lore doesn't seem quite so...ah. Lost to time.

I am sure of your capabilities, and equally confident your plan will succeed.

There are many creatures that made their home in Middle-earth, often born or nurtured by the hand of the Enemy. I am afraid I cannot offer you much aid. I fought in a war where I witnessed a great many of these creatures, but I was young and felled early on in the battle. I spent the remainder of the war healing.

Ah...Well. Thank you anyway. For telling me, and for your confidence.

I'll see you soon, Thranduil. And I'll remember what you've told me.

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