Solas knows enough to recognise the kind of punishment he had thrust upon Thranduil's shoulders, and that is enough for now. He cannot demand anything else when the theft of blood was too dangerous to take. Thranduil is no agent, no creature under his control - he is a Provost, a leader, an Elvenking. Solas cannot bend him to his will completely, but he can ward and warn him, can punish him for broken trust.
"One that was necessary," he admits, voice low and quite. He does not know if his vhenan will judge him for what he had done, if he will inspire his ire, but he hopes that she does not. He reaches for her, palm flat against her cheek, drawing her close and leaning up to meet her lips with his own. There's is always that slight thrill at the reminder of her height, the glory of the elven people, what she mirrors.
Careful fingers rest on her hip, gentle, and his smile is just for her.
"I have promised I will attend his wedding. My heart will have to decide the rest another time."
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Date: 2018-12-30 04:15 pm (UTC)"One that was necessary," he admits, voice low and quite. He does not know if his vhenan will judge him for what he had done, if he will inspire his ire, but he hopes that she does not. He reaches for her, palm flat against her cheek, drawing her close and leaning up to meet her lips with his own. There's is always that slight thrill at the reminder of her height, the glory of the elven people, what she mirrors.
Careful fingers rest on her hip, gentle, and his smile is just for her.
"I have promised I will attend his wedding. My heart will have to decide the rest another time."