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[arcaneadvisor]

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[rowancrowned]

If I did not have the shard, if I were not so tall- had I fallen through a Rift and found myself here, I would have made a fool of myself for the first few weeks.

But then I would have learned to watch, to imitate. To pass.

[ he exhales slowly. his chair scrapes against the stone floor. ]

I must excuse myself. There is a conversation long overdue.

[ before he leaves her: ]

Galadriel will be so pleased to know that we are not as alone as we thought ourselves to be.

[arcaneadvisor]

When I was a girl I watched. [There are things not easily said even now as a woman as near to a world away from Flemeth, the Wilds, and the girl that she once was as she might be. A sigh shudders out, one that might've been a laugh if it weren't so close to the bone. (What isn't these days?)] I watched for all that I was never taught. Bargaining, sitting at the table, when to look another in the eye.

[Is there a reason she brings these up now? They're things Thranduil does well in her opinion so perhaps it's why: he does them. He does pass. He has no other option but to move through this world the way that Morrigan has.]

Something of those of you of the many years? [And that joke...doesn't land. There is a book with a cover mocking her.] When you have more time, there is a matter I would discuss with you. Of our travels. What was found and something I-- I have perhaps never wished to look closely upon up 'til now.

[rowancrowned]

You are a splendid creature, my lady, and you would ever be welcomed in one of my halls as elf-friend. Never doubt your own presence.

[ he moves around her very nearly as if she was one of his own kind. no one else has come close, even among some of the elves. ]

We will, once I return. I believe I may have found a living relic, hidden in plain sight. Passing.

[arcaneadvisor]

[There's a solid silence. It stretches, caught in her throat because she can't have heard him right, that would--

But this is Thranduil.

There are more and more impossible things appearing these days.]

One who knows Uthenera? [There were the stories in Orlais though she and Celene aren't on speaking terms these days unless it's truly official business, rare and rarer still now.]

[rowancrowned]

[ his answer does not need to be long: ] They must.