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[rowancrowned]

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. ]

[arlathvhen]

[ 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.