Apparently, being under guard by Templars is the only way for an elf to get a room at the Duc's estate. It seems small, to him, but it is not technically a cell- or he'd have to raise a great fuss- Galadriel, the things he does for you- and he supposed she has two windows this time, rather than one.
"Pardon me," he says to the great chunks of poorly-forged ore 'guarding' his cousin, and wonder of wonders, they step away and he steps inside. He looks— happy, or something close to it, a smile on his face that should be alarming for the falseness of it, for the fire in his eyes behind the courtly mask. It's a purposeful fire, but it will fade into icy determination, to do, as always, what must be done.
Orlais is gilded rot, and nothing pleases him more, now that he has seen the country in person, than imagining it returning to the elves.
It's a prickly, near petulant mood, one that merely needs to run its course, it covers hurt and anger both, which Galadriel will know because she knows him, and for the first time they are being wholly honest with one another.
"How would you like, cousin," he starts, sitting down in the closest chair to those coveted windows. "- to get a new dress?"
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Date: 2016-08-08 12:15 pm (UTC)"Pardon me," he says to the great chunks of poorly-forged ore 'guarding' his cousin, and wonder of wonders, they step away and he steps inside. He looks— happy, or something close to it, a smile on his face that should be alarming for the falseness of it, for the fire in his eyes behind the courtly mask. It's a purposeful fire, but it will fade into icy determination, to do, as always, what must be done.
Orlais is gilded rot, and nothing pleases him more, now that he has seen the country in person, than imagining it returning to the elves.
It's a prickly, near petulant mood, one that merely needs to run its course, it covers hurt and anger both, which Galadriel will know because she knows him, and for the first time they are being wholly honest with one another.
"How would you like, cousin," he starts, sitting down in the closest chair to those coveted windows. "- to get a new dress?"