(Elvenking)—❧ Thranduil Oropherion (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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eachdraidh2014-11-12 12:17 pm
firith) wrote in eachdraidh2014-11-12 12:17 pm
❧ VIDEO; 04 (both courts)
[ Thranduil hasn't vanished off the face of the Drabwurld again, contrary to popular belief, despite keeping his head down since Samhain. Ensconced in the Caer Glaem library pulling up certificates, maps, and all the other ridiculous paraphernalia required for a legalised contact to take place, he flicks on the locket from his desk in a corner of the vast halls, surrounded by stacks. There he sits sipping a goblet of the last keg of leftover Dorwinion which is currently under strict guard in the cellars (looking at you Samhain revellers). On the table are scrolls and books, all of which have been tidied, while in front of him lies a black leather-bound folder, ostensibly containing the point of the broadcast. ]
The High-King and I have come to an arrangement. In exchange for fair recompense, I have bought the rights to the woodlands south of the forest river and west of the Hidden Falls, within a crux of the mountain-range, to be easily identified on any common map. [ It's not quite as simple as that, of course, but he'll save everyone the pointless politicking. That, and he doesn't want to bring up Celegorm's shard in public; it would be bad taste. ] Aelfen and Elven tribes alike will be travelling to Caer Glaem over the next week or so to replenish their supplies, tools and gold, well within their rights to do so, before continuing on to their new homeland. Please show these former refugees every kindness.
[ As dapper as he looks, he clearly doesn't intend to faff about chatting idly about inanities; someone wants a nice long sleep. ]
If you have business in what will be renamed the Maechenibryth, come the turn of the winter season, or have done in the past which you wish to pursue in the future, you may bring the matter to myself, Thranduil, or to my son, Legolas, who will pass it on accordingly. There is much yet to do and I have little enough time to spare.
[ Sipping his wine, he shuts off the locket. ]
( ooc: if you'd like to continue anything from samhain just pop me a pm and i'll get on it, otherwise i'll take this opportunity to declare tag amnesty on that front as it broke my inbox and burned me out, sobs. tagging will generally be slow until after the weekend because of work. ty for waiting! )
The High-King and I have come to an arrangement. In exchange for fair recompense, I have bought the rights to the woodlands south of the forest river and west of the Hidden Falls, within a crux of the mountain-range, to be easily identified on any common map. [ It's not quite as simple as that, of course, but he'll save everyone the pointless politicking. That, and he doesn't want to bring up Celegorm's shard in public; it would be bad taste. ] Aelfen and Elven tribes alike will be travelling to Caer Glaem over the next week or so to replenish their supplies, tools and gold, well within their rights to do so, before continuing on to their new homeland. Please show these former refugees every kindness.
[ As dapper as he looks, he clearly doesn't intend to faff about chatting idly about inanities; someone wants a nice long sleep. ]
If you have business in what will be renamed the Maechenibryth, come the turn of the winter season, or have done in the past which you wish to pursue in the future, you may bring the matter to myself, Thranduil, or to my son, Legolas, who will pass it on accordingly. There is much yet to do and I have little enough time to spare.
[ Sipping his wine, he shuts off the locket. ]
( ooc: if you'd like to continue anything from samhain just pop me a pm and i'll get on it, otherwise i'll take this opportunity to declare tag amnesty on that front as it broke my inbox and burned me out, sobs. tagging will generally be slow until after the weekend because of work. ty for waiting! )
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You are as fine and strong as any Elven lady with twenty times your years.
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An Elven marriage is the act of union between two lovers, that is considered to be a binding and irreversible bond. The rest of the ceremonies are simply for family and friends to express their joy with festivities. To be rather less poetic in the tongues of Men, to be bedded is to be wedded. Never is a second wife or husband taken.
So you see, his manner was reviling with you, in my eyes, for many reasons.
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But Queen Solais, in her infinite mercy, has seen fit to dissolve the union.
[ for the very reasons alluded to here: it was unwilling and unconsummated. ]
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[ Solais's infinite mercy sounds a lot cannier than he cares to praise. ]
The consummation is the marriage of ... souls. [ In Westron words, anyway. Explaining fea would only muddy any confusing waters. ] That is why I never took another wife, not for a thousand years.
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The words were said and the ceremony held. Our marriage was not of the....of the Elven sort -- [ what sounds at first like a dismissive categorization is instead simply a young woman not comfortable with putting to words what she had and had not experienced. ]
I am sorry. Your Grace. About your Queen.
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She was strong and very nearly outran the spiders to the edge of the forest, yet there she fell. At the far end of the Elven road on the edge of my realm, we raised a statue where she passed from this world to the next. I've not looked upon it in a long time, but I remember the exact curve of her smile and the lights that danced in her eyes, blue like my son's. I thought the first child I had would be winter-born, closer in temperament to me, but she knew he was for the summer, like her.
She would have liked you very much, Sansa, for your cleverness as well as kindness.
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-- And how sweet to year your lady wife was the same. I would have liked to know her.
[ hope plays about the edge of her voice. but it's too sweet a hope to speak. ]
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Legolas inherited her exceptional skill with the bow, a weapon I tend to shirk in favour of dual-wield blades, yet he excels with those too. Where I end in him, you can see where she begins, bright and gay. He will always be an Elvenprince, never an Elvenking. Neither of us would wish that burden upon him.
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[ since ned stark had been in the drabwurld and had learned of his wife's demise, she'd wondered much the same about when he looked at her. ]
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[ what a funny way to put it. ]
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But my wife will never come to the Drabwurld. Her demise was ... particularly violent, she would not be the same.
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[ because her own lord father had been different. ]
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[ He watches her steadily, wondering at the turn her thoughts have taken; but pushing Sansa for information never works, and he would rather not make her uncomfortable with so sombre a topic. ]
I should finish clearing out this desk, [ he says in a more bracing tone, effectively giving her an out for the conversation, ] before I begin to fuse to its seat. Shall we talk more later, Siladhiel?
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[ she is pleased with the escape; she takes it. ] But please. Keep me abreast of your progress. When your people are ready, we can -- perhaps we can begin something in earnest.
[ trade. friendship. an alliance. she will collect friends when she can. ]