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[writteninblood]

[He speaks, and Sorrel says nothing, growing only more confused until understanding finally comes to him. The story started in the middle, and the beginning, but he can see the end-- though not clearly. Her name is Calenmirel? Is, not was.]

You must miss her, stuck here.

[rowancrowned]

She is no further from me than she was before. I have acclimated myself, though it took years.

[ he smiles into his cup, gaze somewhere past the liquid. ]

Time will help.

[writteninblood]

[He stares for a moment, then winces, realizing-- she died. Thranduil's wife... she died. And wherever she is, wherever Falon'din's path takes the beautiful people of Thranduil's faith, she's walked that road and gone away, just like Sina had. That was what all this was about.]

I... [He stops, stricken, shaken out of his protective apathy] ...When Sina... [Her name bring shim to a halt again. He swallows, inhales deeply, and continues.] I don't even know that we counted as bonded, by your people's standards.

[It's a miserable admission. He doesn't make it in hope of any redemption, merely expressing the truth like pus; drain the guilty wound, and be disgusted by the truth of what lives inside you.]

She told me to be happy. To love whoever I loved. I loved her, though. It wasn't enough.