Immortality does not become monotonous to one who was designed to bear it. They are not emotionless, despite what rumors might suggest. It simply takes great feeling to bring a reaction to the forefront and when it makes a rare appearance —
Galadriel is twice his age and royal by all her lineage. She bears the violent outpouring with grace. He will let her puzzle the logistics out; he will turn his talents to other matters.
"They are apprentices who will never move beyond that. Forgive me, I do not know the word." Back to Trade, and with a flick of his fingers to the guards— what he will speak of now is not seditious or treasonous in the least, and it cannot be healthy for those Men to be ensnared for too long. "Gwenaëlle's elven maid Guenievre recommended them to me. They do the actual work of clothing the Comte, as I understand, and are accustomed to getting a good deal of work done to satisfaction in a short time."
He exhales, rests his elbow on the chair, and gestures vaguely at the window to indicate the tittering from the courtyard. "Despite earlier distain, ready-made is also an option, though clearly these humans cannot see color as we do, for their choices are raucous."
And finally. "We will have to provide them with designs of some sort, reuse what we had in Arda. We have not the time to find a proper tailor. I have been informed anyone wishing to keep standing will not serve elves."
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Date: 2016-08-09 11:58 am (UTC)Galadriel is twice his age and royal by all her lineage. She bears the violent outpouring with grace. He will let her puzzle the logistics out; he will turn his talents to other matters.
"They are apprentices who will never move beyond that. Forgive me, I do not know the word." Back to Trade, and with a flick of his fingers to the guards— what he will speak of now is not seditious or treasonous in the least, and it cannot be healthy for those Men to be ensnared for too long. "Gwenaëlle's elven maid Guenievre recommended them to me. They do the actual work of clothing the Comte, as I understand, and are accustomed to getting a good deal of work done to satisfaction in a short time."
He exhales, rests his elbow on the chair, and gestures vaguely at the window to indicate the tittering from the courtyard. "Despite earlier distain, ready-made is also an option, though clearly these humans cannot see color as we do, for their choices are raucous."
And finally. "We will have to provide them with designs of some sort, reuse what we had in Arda. We have not the time to find a proper tailor. I have been informed anyone wishing to keep standing will not serve elves."