[ she wants to weep. deep down she understands the tears would not be only for the elvenking's leaving. they would be tears for everything: for missing her sister and the comfort of her own feather bed. for living on road rations. for the blisters on her heels and the fact that she had no fairy servants to help pin her hair as beautifully as it could be pinned. they would be tears for the blood she'd seen at the support base. tears for thinking jaime lannister had been so close. tears for all her dead family. so many tears.
but she breathes deep, hides a sniffle under a clearing of her throat, and chooses instead to consider it remarkable that even level-headed elves see fit to look to the future with such optimism and hope. when thranduil carves out a new home -- she likes how he avoids the word if. ]
I should be honoured to visit it. Perhaps after this, the journey to where you settle won't seem so impossible. [ if he can have hope, so can she. ]
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but she breathes deep, hides a sniffle under a clearing of her throat, and chooses instead to consider it remarkable that even level-headed elves see fit to look to the future with such optimism and hope. when thranduil carves out a new home -- she likes how he avoids the word if. ]
I should be honoured to visit it. Perhaps after this, the journey to where you settle won't seem so impossible. [ if he can have hope, so can she. ]