Motionless, resembling a monumenthewn from marble more than ever, Thranduil stood at as courteous as comfortable distance. His own attention momentarily pinned to the fabric — how it gently swayed upon receiving curiosity’s touch through a stranger’s fingertips. Rooted in what twilight filled this chamber, MOONLIT strands kissed by faintest tinge of gold, the elf allowed for a lackadaisical smile to replace flawless nonchalance. ❝ For the better ❞, poured that slice of repetition forth in tones audibly skeptical.
There was reason behind that. None the ELVENKING rushed to lay bare just yet, for Morgana’s unexpected laughter stirred in him a breeze of irritation which tilted his crowned head a tad.
Her further confession posed another revelation that suffocated an any grain of speech otherwise escaping his mouth in response. She must have been lonely for a tremendously long time.❝ You have come to gather answers to your visions. The only one here whose forgiveness you need has to be yourself …. ❞ And he gestured for one of the waiting servants to prepare the table with some food and drink, ❝ … for I doubt it makes any difference to me if you find those answers or fail ❞, ere aiming for one of the chairs to halt behind it.
In fluid motion, one richly adorned hand pointed toward a seat across from the one he had picked for himself. Expectation that his soundless suggestion be heeded lifting prominent brows, alow which STEELY eyes averted from his guest in no moment. ❝ This would be the best imaginable opportunity to collect practise, then. We will begin with something simple ❞, the sound of wood grating along stone sent a swiftly fading echo up into the heights. For those chambers all might seem smaller than the great hall, the walls but were all reaching for the sky.
❝ You said you bear hope for this world to continue and change for the better. What meaning does that term hold from that perspective of yours ?Better. ❞ A servant returned to place a wooden platter on the table’s center; it carried a glass bottle filled with spring water and two glasses. Thranduil thanked them with a subtle nod. Returning the gesture, that same servant exited swiftly. ❝ The definitions thereof vary as do the lives roaming our world. ❞
, and she had begun to wonder… had she a right to inflict her questions upon so noble a person for her own benefit? she shuddered to think that she should fail, and that all would be for nowt, or that she should lay her head back down upon when she made her bed within the wilderness with nothing but doubt to fill her head. NO. she had every right. she who had toiled through for years through the dark, who had seen the emptinessof the human soil. she would make no apology for seeking the answers she deserved. still, tempestuous turmoil shown sharplyin every crease around her eyes, though feet did carry her to the end of the table where she sat as directed, though with no small amount of nervousness.
where she hoped to smile at him and alleviate some of her own trepidations, she found only the deepening lines on her face. how confusing he was, electing her to practice, as if she were speaking to a common man off the beaten path between one city and the next. what would she do if her answers were not satisfactory? if they failedto miss their mark or worse, if they offended him? he might as well have been staring down at her with a ghastly grin wrinkled on his lips and a gaze filled with fire.
but it mattered not, did it? she made it here. she had. and not a damnedperson could take that from her.
then she looked on him, and every ounce of callous preparation seemed to fade from eyes to lips into an expression of practiced calm. ❛ better ❜, the young woman echoed again, tasting it as it rolled on the back of her tongue, on the tips of her teeth. ❛ the meaning i propose would be: the propensity not for progress, but for kindness. for the world needs nothing if not more of it between one man and the next. ❜
she hid her hands in her lap and straightened her posture when servant made their hasty exit, and anxiety set back into her eyes. she sat perfectly still, fingers wound tight around one another to pull on hempen rings, and scanned him for anybreak in his demeanor; any little clue that would tell her if she had said the right thing or not.
glancing around the table setting, she added: ❛ i’veoften found that kindness is the trait missing in dealings between people who would benefit of it the most. one never knows the pain or torment another has endured, and therefore how even an ounce of tenderness or goodwill might change their lives for the better. but the world is oft bereft of this. men instead find solace in tearing one another down. and inflicting pain on those differ. i’ve been laughed at for this before. for having a child’s dream. ❜
