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[ The elf is found amongst the trees, so high as to be consumed by the foliage. He sits with a lap full of arrows to be fletched ( as well as one more important arrow set a part from the rest, feathers weather worn ) and scowl upon his lips. This is the first he as appeared in such a manner, and he does not do so with a smile and warm words. ]

Watching you all scurry around preparing for war is much watching ants; curious for a moment but boring swiftly after. [ Ants so easily crushed, decimated. Mindless drones in service of a queen, ha. ] Glosse, que bloed raenn aig a' cuislean dhe weddin. They will bleed you dry and the fault shall lay with you for letting them.

[ Single eye looks away from the locket, hands busying with his self appointed task. ]

I wonder, once the smoke has cleared which among the swine shall climb on top the pile of corpses and proclaim 'I win.'

[ Such a happy fellow, aint he? Ah, but before ending he picks up the separate arrow and holds it for the locket to record. ]

Your arrow, Elvenking. [ Inside joke, none of you will get it. ]

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[ What the shit is French? ]

It won't matter which dh'oine is the one to scale the corpses, the result will always be the same.

[ Still fairly biased, but that's besides the point. ]

There will be places you can go to if you want to avoid the war entirely, you know. If that is your goal, that is.

I choose not to fight their ploughing war, I do not flee from it.

Unless you're out of the major path, there's not exactly any great places to sit and drink tea at.

[ Girl please. Iorveth snorts out a laugh. ]

Find something high enough and you will have a nice view.

Surely you're not serious.

[ Right now, she's trying to picture him doing that on the spires. ]

Perhaps I am.

But everything would be so small.

[ As if she's going to question that sort of thing, especially with the people she's friends with. ]

And you will be able to drink your tea in peace.

[ He is a odd elf. ]

Actually, sir, I have made a point to leave Caer Scima a few weeks ago. I have no desire to be apart of this mess, myself.

A surprisingly wise choice. [ Congratulations, you have earned half a point! ]

Surprisingly...?

[ Then again, her friends may or may not be just as insane to stay put. ]

Humans are always quick to draw swords.

[ Where some may take offense to this, Alice is a little intrigued that there would be such a difference between elves and humans. ]

Are we really compared to elves? Then again, to be so old, I suppose that would be true.

[ His eye widens a fraction, surprised. ]

You are. No matter the land humans have always turned to violence before anything else, war and murder are their trade, even when claiming otherwise.

[ Hilarious, in a way, when she was sure Celebrian would say the same thing about Feanor and his sons. ]

I suppose that is what mortal life entails; it does not change with advancements in society, there will always be that primordial difference. Sadly, really.

[ Is this why he's scarred? She almost wants to ask, but stops herself so short. ]

The other elves that I know have no desire to be apart of the war, either.

Advancements? [ The laugh is short and bitter. ]

What advancements they have made is coupled only with arrogance and further prejudice for everything that is not human.

[ He has noticed that also through his time with Thranduil and his son. They are calm than his people, less prone to responding with violence or contempt. The Aen Seidhe have been angry for so long they no longer remember what it is to be otherwise. ]

They are an older sort.

I use it lightly, because it will always come at the expense of others. Others that believe that suffering from another will bring them respect and adoration, all in the name of science.

[ That is another thing entirely, of course, and what she says she draws from the so-called healers and doctors she's known over the years.

Needless to say, she agrees. And understands. ]

But very wise.

What a very human thing to say. [ He scoffs. ] They will always step on the faces of others to get what they want.

[ Such things are a reality to him, the suffering and persecution he has witnessed over the years. Elves and dwarves and other non-humans trod on as if they were nothing more than dirt. ]

Wiser than most here.

But it is true. [ Why scoff? What makes it human to say that? By now she's getting the perception of elves being smart enough to avoid being so relentless. ]

And if that is an aspect that you dislike in humans, I cannot fault you for that.

[ Hey, it's why Alice dislikes people. ]

Well, yes, you would gain a degree of wisdom from seeing so many things, including wars like this.

[ She breaches a subject that sets a fire in his veins, makes his single eye narrow, and a grow rumble in his throat. It is not anger for her, despite being human, more her entire race. ]

Dislike is a kind word for what I feel about your kind, it certainly does not fight. I hate dh'oine with my every breath. They lie, cheat, use whoever they wish and then toss them aside like garbage. I have felt the sting of their swords, the cut of their spears. I watched as they murdered my brethren at the behest of leaders we trusted.

[ No one will ever use them again, not while he still breathes. ]

I will kill every dh'oine I come across, given the chance.

[ Her assumption of something done by a human has earned him to absolutely hate humans is right and then then some. She seems rather calm and collected when she hears this, listening. He can seethe if he likes, Alice won't plead or say not all humans are capable of that.

She's too pessimistic for that. ]

I suppose it is a kind word then, yes, and that hatred is understandable. All the more reason to avoid the war.

[ He observes her lack of reaction; that she listens rather than rear up in her own rage. No, this one remains impassive, curious, a different reaction to how her kind usually responds to his words. He thinks no better of them for it.

It does, however, see Iorveth simmer. ]

Let them kill each other over their shards, they are ploughed either way.

[There would be no point in getting angry; what that says about her, is anyone's best guess. Maybe it hallmarks her utter lack of faith in humanity, as a whole. So she gives a small shrug. ]

It is nonsense, really, all the same. It will wield the same results. I won't be there.

Edited 2015-01-28 04:11 (UTC)

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