(Galadriel is fairly used to getting mail but she'll be a bit shocked to receive any in Thedas. For any notes, missives, letters, or other communications.)
Solas is well aware of how complex a simple answer can be and he does his best not to push. She had been more than understanding when the truth of his past had come between the two of them and he thinks that it is only just that he offers her the same in return. It might be something that he has not experienced before, true enough, but it will, at least, be something he can attempt to understand.
Having power that has gone awry? He can understand that, easily enough.
"I see." Rings of power, entrusted to others. It's something to think about, he thinks, especially if this is where these foolish people are getting their strength from. It makes him question what they can do to fix the situation, especially when he already feeling as though his own strength is not enough, his frown marring his face.
"Perhaps enough to return eyes, at the cost of a life?"
There are no words, truly, for how she appreciates his patience. His question, however, brings up a more sensitive topic. The extent of what a ring may do, what her ring may do, is very great and these people use it like it is a toy.
"Yes, it can do this, but it would not have cost so much," Galadriel answers and her brow dips. "Have you seen it weilded?"
It doesn't matter if he has and she shakes her head.
"I attempted to take it back. It calls me, it wishes to return--I failed and they are..." She pauses as a bit of darkness slips into her tone. She swallows around it but it lingers.
"They are addicted to it, but they have not the will to use it. It can be reclaimed, it must be, before more of them fall to it. Before someone with the will to use it gains possession of it."
It’s empathy as much as patience. The loss of her ring might not have caused an incident as large as the loss of his Foci, but it is still causing issues for both her and Thedas. He does not know enough about her ring nor her magic to make a guess as to what it might do in her hands, but if this is what it can do with someone who is new to it... It’s startling and concerning in equal measure.
“It was promised to the elf, Myr.” He’s froening again, deep and settled on his face. “He was blinded and has been given word that the miracle will be given to him next.”
Solas has been judging these people since he first heard of their miracles and hearing that the source of their power is Galadriel herself makes him loathe this place all the more. They are liars, twisting their strength to make others listen and follow them... It is unjust and he can not tolerate it.
“Will you grant me the chance to retrieve it for you?” It’s an obvious concern for her, but Solas isn’t sure how he will react to gaining a ring of power. He’s already desperate for his Foci and if a ring can do this much... But if is not his to take and he has no reason to betray Galadriel of all people.
Sighing, he rests his head on hers, drawing her hand to his lips.
“We will have it returned to you,” vhenan sits on his tongue. “I will go, when you are better.”
She nearly interrupts him, pales just so as she imagines him with the ring, imagines anyone with it. He kisses her hand and it is a struggle to keep her grip from tensing again. This must be said delicately.
"The rings of power are very dangerous, Solas, even mine," she begins and sounds a bit faint in her open worry. "None should be used lightly--this place is changed for it, and Thedas has power more overt than Arda."
She takes a breath, frustrated with how hard it is to warn him in any sensible way. There is too much she has not shared and it is a terrible hindrance now.
"I would beg you not to be the one who takes it back...but I cannot. Do not touch it, do not take it unless you must," she says, her voice urgent but quiet. "Unless there is no other path.
"Once you have worn a ring of power, you can never be free of it, not truly."
She leans more heavily upon him then, lets her eyes close and all of the tension starts to leave her. She cannot maintain it for too much longer.
"If you wear it, if you must use it, be cautious. It will consume you. They consume all those who wear them, regardless of their intent."
Solas is well aware of what can happen when items of power fall into hands they do not belong in; he had been the one to give Corypheus the orb, as inadvertent as that mistake had been, and he is paying the price of it for now. He has been the price of it for many years now, and the weight of it settles on his shoulders with a heaviness that he can barely shrug off now. He knows the price that comes with power and he knows the dangers it can leave you with - he has simply learned to live with the consequences of his choice.
"I do not intend to use it," even if the temptation is there. If this ring is as powerful as she says it is then it might be enough, but - no. His strength is returning, slowly, and he will have the power to regain what he lost in time. He does not need a ring from a Rift in order to take back what was lost.
"Would you risk another being the one to have it? Would you trust Anders, or Myrobalan?" Solas thinks that, maybe, in this, even Thranduil would not be so wise a choice. "I would take it, but I would not use it. I have no reason to make use of such a power, not when the risks are so clear, so obvious. I do not want that to be a price to be paid."
Leaning forward, his hand lifts, brushing her hair again, stroking gently, drawing her close. He lets her rest against him, lets her drink from her strength, from what he has left to give her, and he draws her closer. When he leans down it's so he can tilt her head, gently enough, and leave a kiss against her mouth. It's a soft, sweet, tender thing, borne of his affection, and the softness to him is more than obvious.
"I will not have myself consumed. I will return to you."
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."
At least she is comforted, he thinks. Seeing the edge fall away from her, seeing the softness return to her features. It's what she deserves, he thinks - softness, tenderness, especially after the ordeal she has been through. Suspended as she was with the dagger embedded deep, poison in her veins, through her system... She deserves a moment of respite, he thinks. She deserves a time to forget these worries that plague her so desperately.
His fingers slip through hers gently, letting her move and guide him. He knows that this mission of theirs is something dangerous and desperate, but he knows that they might succeed. He knows that, together, they will find the ring and bring Nenya back to its rightful owner. Galadriel will have her ring of power returned, even if Solas has some concerns about what it might do to her.
Drawing her closer is easy. Holding her is easy. The softness comes naturally when his feelings have grown to such depth, and he relaxes as he embraces her.
"I will make sure your trust is not misplaced," he whispers, voice soft. There is a moment between them, he thinks, something that he's not entirely sure he can trust, his voice thick with the emotion, but he nods his head, turning to leave a kiss on her hair. "You are dear to me as well, ma vhenan."
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Date: 2018-10-07 12:24 am (UTC)Having power that has gone awry? He can understand that, easily enough.
"I see." Rings of power, entrusted to others. It's something to think about, he thinks, especially if this is where these foolish people are getting their strength from. It makes him question what they can do to fix the situation, especially when he already feeling as though his own strength is not enough, his frown marring his face.
"Perhaps enough to return eyes, at the cost of a life?"
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Date: 2018-10-07 12:42 am (UTC)"Yes, it can do this, but it would not have cost so much," Galadriel answers and her brow dips. "Have you seen it weilded?"
It doesn't matter if he has and she shakes her head.
"I attempted to take it back. It calls me, it wishes to return--I failed and they are..." She pauses as a bit of darkness slips into her tone. She swallows around it but it lingers.
"They are addicted to it, but they have not the will to use it. It can be reclaimed, it must be, before more of them fall to it. Before someone with the will to use it gains possession of it."
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Date: 2018-10-07 01:13 am (UTC)“It was promised to the elf, Myr.” He’s froening again, deep and settled on his face. “He was blinded and has been given word that the miracle will be given to him next.”
Solas has been judging these people since he first heard of their miracles and hearing that the source of their power is Galadriel herself makes him loathe this place all the more. They are liars, twisting their strength to make others listen and follow them... It is unjust and he can not tolerate it.
“Will you grant me the chance to retrieve it for you?” It’s an obvious concern for her, but Solas isn’t sure how he will react to gaining a ring of power. He’s already desperate for his Foci and if a ring can do this much... But if is not his to take and he has no reason to betray Galadriel of all people.
Sighing, he rests his head on hers, drawing her hand to his lips.
“We will have it returned to you,” vhenan sits on his tongue. “I will go, when you are better.”
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Date: 2018-10-07 01:27 am (UTC)"The rings of power are very dangerous, Solas, even mine," she begins and sounds a bit faint in her open worry. "None should be used lightly--this place is changed for it, and Thedas has power more overt than Arda."
She takes a breath, frustrated with how hard it is to warn him in any sensible way. There is too much she has not shared and it is a terrible hindrance now.
"I would beg you not to be the one who takes it back...but I cannot. Do not touch it, do not take it unless you must," she says, her voice urgent but quiet. "Unless there is no other path.
"Once you have worn a ring of power, you can never be free of it, not truly."
She leans more heavily upon him then, lets her eyes close and all of the tension starts to leave her. She cannot maintain it for too much longer.
"If you wear it, if you must use it, be cautious. It will consume you. They consume all those who wear them, regardless of their intent."
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Date: 2018-10-07 09:54 am (UTC)"I do not intend to use it," even if the temptation is there. If this ring is as powerful as she says it is then it might be enough, but - no. His strength is returning, slowly, and he will have the power to regain what he lost in time. He does not need a ring from a Rift in order to take back what was lost.
"Would you risk another being the one to have it? Would you trust Anders, or Myrobalan?" Solas thinks that, maybe, in this, even Thranduil would not be so wise a choice. "I would take it, but I would not use it. I have no reason to make use of such a power, not when the risks are so clear, so obvious. I do not want that to be a price to be paid."
Leaning forward, his hand lifts, brushing her hair again, stroking gently, drawing her close. He lets her rest against him, lets her drink from her strength, from what he has left to give her, and he draws her closer. When he leans down it's so he can tilt her head, gently enough, and leave a kiss against her mouth. It's a soft, sweet, tender thing, borne of his affection, and the softness to him is more than obvious.
"I will not have myself consumed. I will return to you."
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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."
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Date: 2018-10-07 10:20 am (UTC)His fingers slip through hers gently, letting her move and guide him. He knows that this mission of theirs is something dangerous and desperate, but he knows that they might succeed. He knows that, together, they will find the ring and bring Nenya back to its rightful owner. Galadriel will have her ring of power returned, even if Solas has some concerns about what it might do to her.
Drawing her closer is easy. Holding her is easy. The softness comes naturally when his feelings have grown to such depth, and he relaxes as he embraces her.
"I will make sure your trust is not misplaced," he whispers, voice soft. There is a moment between them, he thinks, something that he's not entirely sure he can trust, his voice thick with the emotion, but he nods his head, turning to leave a kiss on her hair. "You are dear to me as well, ma vhenan."