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[rowancrowned]

[ calmly: ] Dragonfire.

[ as far as setting the bar for pain went, and gwenaelle, the only one they could threaten to shake him already has anything anyone who loathed him would want (how neat, that) so that leaves very little.

he considers, very briefly, being unkind and pouring himself wine. ]

We know the worst of it. If you are lonely and this drags on beyond bearing, come for dinner.

[dirth]

[ At least there is that. Thranduil is always honest with him - even without magic to command his tongue - and there's an obvious relaxing of the tension in Solas' shoulders, the way he stands, the despair that hung around him like a nightmare.

He can breathe, and he looks terribly old, wan, tired. Desperate.

Nodding, he lifts a hand to press at his face, sighing. ]

It has already dragged beyond bearing. I can speak to no one.

[rowancrowned]

I know your secrets, and you know mine.

[ he does not have a bit of malice in this. he lays it out, and reaches to touch solas' shoulder. ]

Speak with me, my friend. We can only discuss the weather, rather than your plans for the Veil.

[dirth]

We know too much about each other.

[ Said wryly, with a smile. At least he does not flinch from the touch; he relaxes into it. ]

Are you so keen to know my plans?

[rowancrowned]

Ah, [ he says, and this is nonchalant, as is the cock of his head and the curl of his smile. ] I ought to call them our plans, if you will permit me the flattery of such a thing.

[dirth]

It is not for me to permit you or deny you. [ Just as nonchalant. ]

[rowancrowned]

[ he scoffs. ]

One day, I will learn to expect cheek from you.

[dirth]

Should you? [ And he finally smiles. ] That will be a day indeed.

[rowancrowned]

Someday. [ airily; he waves his hand to explain the imperminance of it all. ] So. What will you do?

[dirth]

At the moment? Nothing. There is too much of a risk. [ But he comes in and settles, finally; sitting. ] But things must be considered.

[rowancrowned]

[ thranduil resists the urge to stick a glass of wine in his hand. he does look like he needs it. instead: ] Such as how long this will plague you?

[dirth]

Far longer than it should. [ And he looks very cross at the notion. ]

[rowancrowned]

That is the nature of an inconvenience.

[ he sighs. ]

We cannot even play cards to pass the time. If I were crueler, I would take advantage of this.

[dirth]

I am not inclined to lie, even playing cards.

[ He smirks, just a little. ]