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thranduil oropherion ([personal profile] rowancrowned) wrote2015-03-22 06:02 pm
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[personal profile] laurenande 2018-05-30 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
At first, Galadriel is very confused. To see Thranduil so urgent and, daresay, eager was a vast departure from how he generally behaved in their interactions. That he had drawn silence around them and folded them into a girdle, a skill she was unaware he possessed, only added to her state. She glances about the room, a quick look, but noone is there.

Not alone?

Surely he does not mean her cousins, and while she has met Iorveth and he is longer lived, he is not of the Eldar directly. Her brow furrows as she regards him.

"Has someone arrived?"
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[personal profile] laurenande 2018-05-30 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Elvhen?" Galadriel repeats, her expression shifting mildly with her shock. She stares just past Thranduil as she considers what that means--Solas is immortal then, he is their kin. She had been so concerned that his life would be a fleeting moment...and to learn this, now, from Thranduil--

Galadriel's smile blooms unbidden and it takes her a moment to conjure words.

"Well, I thank you, cousin. How good it is that we have found him."
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[personal profile] laurenande 2018-05-31 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Galadriel doesn't answer quickly, she is silent for several seconds, just smiling, before she looks at Thranduil once more. The lightness in him is encouraging--enough that, for just a moment, she forgets that he should be livid with her, that he is the one person who should hold her accountable for this choice. It nearly looks as though he will be neither and the strangeness in that does not occur to her before she speaks.

"If I can, and if he will permit it," she answers without guile. "I fear he may be too reserved to tolerate me long...but it will be sweet, however brief it is."
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[personal profile] laurenande 2018-06-01 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
At that, Galadriel is surprised--that is twice in one conversation that Thranduil has managed it and it is something of a record. She looks at him and draws a slow breath.

"I should hope his choices do not weigh me down, but I cannot be sure of that." She replies. It makes sense that he knows, after a fashion--his son had been from beyond the third age, had he not?

"You are not angry with me, for loving again while he lives, however distant?"