[It is a vulgar question, no amount of quiet contemplation could disguise that, and the swell of anger that rises up in her is quelled, only just, by his ready agreement. It is a snide thing, but it is an agreement, and Thranduil was not the sort who would renege on such things once they were granted.
She doesn't need to read his heart to know the origin of that stray, malicious curiosity. She has known him long enough, if only in passing, to see what is missing from his smile. It is by virtue of that and that alone that she answers him.]
You have never seen the sea, and I fear you are too young to recall the darkness that seized the world ere the days of dawn.
Long before I met your cousin, before I saw the shores of Beleriand, we walked through the darkest night across the great floes of ice. Never have I felt such crushing, endless cold, nor so often lacked starlight as my guide.
When the first dawn rose, the world was changed.
The grinding ice glittered with a brilliance that was utterly new, the sky was warm, and there was such grand possibility, such endless beauty before us that, for a moment, we might forget the evil that drove us forward, the conflict that lingered ahead and behind.
[Her tone was even, not through restraint but simply resignation. She shifted her gaze back to him, the grey expanse of her work before them both and, frankly, all the more fitting as an accent for this conversation..]
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Date: 2016-05-18 09:33 pm (UTC)She doesn't need to read his heart to know the origin of that stray, malicious curiosity. She has known him long enough, if only in passing, to see what is missing from his smile. It is by virtue of that and that alone that she answers him.]
You have never seen the sea, and I fear you are too young to recall the darkness that seized the world ere the days of dawn.
Long before I met your cousin, before I saw the shores of Beleriand, we walked through the darkest night across the great floes of ice. Never have I felt such crushing, endless cold, nor so often lacked starlight as my guide.
When the first dawn rose, the world was changed.
The grinding ice glittered with a brilliance that was utterly new, the sky was warm, and there was such grand possibility, such endless beauty before us that, for a moment, we might forget the evil that drove us forward, the conflict that lingered ahead and behind.
[Her tone was even, not through restraint but simply resignation. She shifted her gaze back to him, the grey expanse of her work before them both and, frankly, all the more fitting as an accent for this conversation..]
That sunrise has finally set.