Thranduil is rarely so unsettled and she can count the times she has seen him this way without straining to recall. It is alarming but not half so much as his words. She knew, of course, that the elves of Thedas had horrors perpetrated upon them, that some vestiges of those horrors still lingered, but she had not imagined that children suffered now.
She watched his tantrum and watched him breeze past her guard to take one of the low, down-stuffed seats that littered the room. His expression settled into one of calm as he sat, but she recognized it for the veneer it was. She makes no comment as she moves to join him, her own face frozen to mask her horror.
After a long moment of contemplation, she lets out a slow breath.
"They shall not perish," Galadriel says as one might remark upon the weather. It is simple fact. "We shall see to it before we depart."
It would be a stopgap measure, of course, but if she has to break the minds of a dozen men, she will see the children here fed. She cannot abide cruelty to elflings, they are simply too precious.
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Date: 2016-08-09 03:36 am (UTC)She watched his tantrum and watched him breeze past her guard to take one of the low, down-stuffed seats that littered the room. His expression settled into one of calm as he sat, but she recognized it for the veneer it was. She makes no comment as she moves to join him, her own face frozen to mask her horror.
After a long moment of contemplation, she lets out a slow breath.
"They shall not perish," Galadriel says as one might remark upon the weather. It is simple fact. "We shall see to it before we depart."
It would be a stopgap measure, of course, but if she has to break the minds of a dozen men, she will see the children here fed. She cannot abide cruelty to elflings, they are simply too precious.
"Tell me of your seamstresses."