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[katabasis]

[Some line in his face has already gone loose in favor of Thrabduil's dry humor before Gwen even calls out and comes flying in. There is an immediate change of temperature to in the room to accommodate presence of woman and the dog.

Mostly the second one. He and Hardie have developed an understanding over being permitted to swing and jab long pieces of metal at his mistress, and it involves Flint carrying interesting things in his pockets and the transaction of respectful head pats.]

He was cornered.

[rowancrowned]

( he leans back, all the better to be seen behind flint. he looks only briefly at hardie, but he does look. that dog was the best gift he ever gave her— )

It was very distressing. Are you here to rescue me, my love?

( all conversational and evenly toned. everyone already knows how utterly wrapped up in one another they are, and flint chose the one day he slept in, so. )

[elegiaque]

( hardie takes the opportunity to circle the room, and butt his head up against flint's leg on the presumption that he would never turn up here empty-handed, he knows what's up. gwenaëlle, observing this with some amusement (her dog is spoiled, and not just by her), allows, distracted— )

I'm prepared to consider it.

[katabasis]

[(There is, predictably, a piece of smoked and dried pork in it for Hardie.)]

We were discussing how far your sword arm's come. In light of which, I'm prepared to surrender without much of a fight. [He falls back a step from Thranduil accordingly, though it's to remove the book from under his arm and offer it to Gwenaëlle. Ecclesiastical essays.] Courtesy of the new archivist.

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( thranduil peers over to try and catch the title. that done, he looks to his wife, and smiles. )

I am pleased to hear that.

( no 'beloved', no 'my lady', but his smile is warm all the same, if without the depths that privacy would allow him to reach. )