Galadriel looks to him again, her lips still holding to the ghost of that tender kiss, and some of the edge to her, that desperate uncomfortable distance that took hold when they arrived, breaks away. She seems younger in that moment then she has any right to seem; there is a thread of honest hope in her expression.
She lifts a hand and it finds his--Solas, the elf that she has come to care for so deeply--and she does not worry for him. He is not lying, he will not be tempted by the ring. Perhaps, and this is so strange a thought it barely manages to form: perhaps she need not worry anout Nenya. Perhaps it shall be resolved without her efforts.
Her fingers wind between his and bring them to rest against her collarbone, idly using her shoulder to prop their limbs up.
"No, I would trust no others, in this world or the last. Only you." She says that with such certainty and softness that it is almost surprising to hear aloud. "Thank you, Solas. I cannot tell you how dear you are to me, I lack the words."
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Date: 2018-10-07 10:07 am (UTC)She lifts a hand and it finds his--Solas, the elf that she has come to care for so deeply--and she does not worry for him. He is not lying, he will not be tempted by the ring. Perhaps, and this is so strange a thought it barely manages to form: perhaps she need not worry anout Nenya. Perhaps it shall be resolved without her efforts.
Her fingers wind between his and bring them to rest against her collarbone, idly using her shoulder to prop their limbs up.
"No, I would trust no others, in this world or the last. Only you." She says that with such certainty and softness that it is almost surprising to hear aloud. "Thank you, Solas. I cannot tell you how dear you are to me, I lack the words."