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[Some time after his lady fills him in, Yngvi has only one choice left. Not so feisty as he might like or expect to be, he still goes through with it because someone has to step in and do it.]

If you ever hurt m'lady in any way or make her unhappy I'm taking your nug. You won't deserve a nug. I won't hesitate, good day.

Oh and congratulations I s'pose.

[Gotta keep up that cool young dwarf vibe.]

Yngvi...

[ fifteen possible things to say, and he takes a moment to settle upon one. ]

Gwenaëlle is herself. If I desired to change her so that we never disagreed, but were harmonious in all things, it would require grinding her down. She is fond of you; I suspect you will be the recipient of many a complaint of my-- large and infuriating nature, but she is my heart. I will never be cruel to her. And hardly just for the sake of keeping my nug.

I thank you for your well-wishes.

Once I sat outside her door when I didn't know if she'd come out again.

[Which is the easiest but still very hard way to say that when a person you love hurts, then you hurt too, and he doesn't want that for her.

(He feels guilty telling Thranduil; people saw him out there, knowing why is another thing.)]

She's been good to me. You too but she's been good to me for a lot longer so I need to make sure you know how high she sits in my priorities yeah? I mean you're weird but if you're her thing and that's true then... you're welcome.

You protect her. She needs protectors.

[ even if this one is a dwarf. but he is not greedy, not quite right in the way that the elves of thedas are also distorted reflections of their counterparts in middle-earth. ]

I think I am 'her thing'. We do not wed lightly or carelessly. I am hers. I will always be hers. That is not a duty I take lightly.

[ what if he slips in battle, what if the rifts swallow him like they swallowed legolas-

no. he will not think of it. ]

She deserves them.

[Plenty of people who don't have too many, far too many deserving of them go without but some things you know in your bones.]

And y'know I don't think anyone does that lightly? Someone watches it that's bigger than you or that's the idea, the Stone is a load of rot, Dalish got theirs locked away, the Maker shuns everyone but the Avvar ones all real and living watch. Or just doing it. Being willing to do it.

[Almost wistful, same as when he talks about even mountains being whittled down. Willing to take his word on the Stone thing?]

Perhaps we should all go be Avvar.

[ everyone cries out, and no one listens, until someone does.

and this sticks in his mouth like a child who stuffs themselves with toffee and tries to speak, but yngvi is gwen's, and that makes him thranduil's now, if only a little too ].

Is someone minding you? It is cold.

[ wear your boots. keep warm. ]

They remember the world being young. You'd like them. The spirits are there, and it's…it's not like when mages here do things with them, they love them. Respect them. Even when a whole forest is burnt away to nothing for the new one to sprout up, some spirit will know about it to tell an augur and his apprentices about it to tell the hold.

[If Yngvi had to pick a thing to be that sounded like faith--

It's not so bad. Piecemeal. That's what all this is, this having that he has between where the Boneflayers are and Kirkwall now.]

Wren left her really big dog here [the way someone tries to sound annoyed but can't, what a good dog] and there's lots of blankets now thanks. Me and the nugs and a dog and a goose. Stole some tea too.

[Not drinking. Being better about things. Less to worry about.]

I was among them several months ago, I found them to be good Men. It is important that they remember. It is a large measure of what makes them good.

[ yngvi cannot see, and it does not last, but his eyes soften. this one is so gently earnest. he is many things thranduil has never seen a dwarf be, often right next to things he is. but on this, this kindness, this childishness--

he is an elf. they are fond of the young of any race by design. ]

What sort of tea?

If you ever go to Honey Badger Hold, go meet their Augur or at least Aura. You'd be able to talk for hours, she's got a spirit friend now.

[Her letters are strange little things when he gets them, probably the same as whenever she mentions she's written to his lady but she's happy. Healthy. Whole. What more can you ask for these days?]

An Orlesian one, dark red so I think they put berries in it. Smells all wintery and spiced. Mulled wine without the wine.

[ yngvi that's the best part-- ]

I shall. I would like to hear about her friend.

You will come find me if you need anything.

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