She begged for the assassin's life, but condemned her father with the same breath. I have questions, but there will be answers eventually. If she is ready for comfort, I beg you offer it.
[ thranduil hesitates, in a very unthranduily way. ]
He had a knife. I was angered, and suffering the effects of poison. My hand is wounded, but it is healing. She is frightened, and may be slightly singed.
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Date: 2018-01-07 06:11 am (UTC)[ thranduil hesitates, in a very unthranduily way. ]
He had a knife. I was angered, and suffering the effects of poison. My hand is wounded, but it is healing. She is frightened, and may be slightly singed.