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[arlathvhen]

[ She's nervous about this, fidgeting with her sleeves. It's probably stupid--no, it's definitely stupid. But. ]

When you were talking about Gwen, you said that she infuriated you, but she made you...like being infuriated, and wanted to be around her, even while she was being infuriated.

[ Perhaps not in exactly those words, but she may be projecting, just a little. ]

When you feel that way about somebody, does that mean that you, ah. Care about them--as. You know. [ She waves a hand dismissively. YOU KNOW. ] Or could they be separated? That is to say...can you feel that way about someone that you don't care about in that manner?

[rowancrowned]

[ he's not... not expected his from her, but it deserves a bit more of his focus than, say, a casual conversation about their divisions. he lets her finish speaking and pause for his approval, and then nods. ]

Yes, [ he says. ] A rival, perhaps, but when it is romance it is... tangled.

[ he smiles a smile that recalls some far off memory, and it is only a slight shift of his lips, nothing more. ]

A competition, [ he murmurs. ] A wager, often, counting kills or the like. Such it was with my wife. That was how it began.

[ he plainly means the one lost to him. ]

[arlathvhen]

[ Beleth listens as he speaks, arms crossed, eyes intent on the floor. Once he's finished, she closes her eyes, mulling over the words. Romance. That was the word she'd been avoiding using. What a complicated word, with complicated emotions attached to it. Tangled was a much better descriptor. And yet--

When she opens her eyes again, it's to stare at the ceiling, looking positively affronted by it. ]

...Shit.

[ Then, in a quieter tone: ]

He cheats at all our competitions, anyway.

[rowancrowned]

[ thranduil, in counterpoint, is delighted. ]

Be more clever. Cheat around him.

[ because then, at least, they're on equal cheating fields. that's how it works, right? ]