[ iorveth will wake sometime later to the package and carefully unwrap it, before spending the next couple hours staring at the weapons in awe, running his hands over them, and attempting to swing them around from where he's confined to his bed, much to the medical staff's displeasure.
later, Thranduil will get a voice message on his crystal. ]
There is a shrewd, elderly elven nursemaid that seems intent on tugging my ear off the side of my head with any attempt I make to leave my hospital cot, so I'm unable to give you my thanks in person, forgive me.
[ he's much rather have just gone to see thranduil, but given his physical state, the nurses hardly had much trouble thwarting his attempts to do just so. ]
The blades are likely the finest gift I've ever received. I do not have the words to express my gratitude, Thranduil.
Then you are well looked after, [ he says, pleased enough by the image. and if someone else is filling the roll of 'shrewd elderly elven nursemaid', that means he doesn't have to. ]
Later, [ he promises, because they cannot go too long without one another's company. what a waste that would be. then follows the sound of papers being shuffled. ]
Use them, [ he instructs. ] That will be gratitude enough for me. I regret only that they were not complete before the tournament.
Well imprisoned, you mean. [ spoken dryly, but not without humor. he'll stay put, despite his ire for being sedentary.
the blades still rest on his lap, rough fingertips trailing over the fine metal, feeling it's too rich for his blood, but greedily protective of it as well. ]
I'd dare not let them leave my side. [ a beat, and he adds - ] These can't have been easily acquired. Who forged them?
[ Spending his time resting up in Thranduil and Gwenaelle's bed? Absolutely preferred. Plus, Gwen would likely afford him cheating when Thranduil isn't looking. ]
He killed elves. [ bluntly. ] We are not meant to do such things. We are meant to be beyond such things. When that line is crossed, there is no returning.
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later, Thranduil will get a voice message on his crystal. ]
There is a shrewd, elderly elven nursemaid that seems intent on tugging my ear off the side of my head with any attempt I make to leave my hospital cot, so I'm unable to give you my thanks in person, forgive me.
[ he's much rather have just gone to see thranduil, but given his physical state, the nurses hardly had much trouble thwarting his attempts to do just so. ]
The blades are likely the finest gift I've ever received. I do not have the words to express my gratitude, Thranduil.
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Later, [ he promises, because they cannot go too long without one another's company. what a waste that would be. then follows the sound of papers being shuffled. ]
Use them, [ he instructs. ] That will be gratitude enough for me. I regret only that they were not complete before the tournament.
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the blades still rest on his lap, rough fingertips trailing over the fine metal, feeling it's too rich for his blood, but greedily protective of it as well. ]
I'd dare not let them leave my side. [ a beat, and he adds - ] These can't have been easily acquired. Who forged them?
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[ because it would involve a lot of hair touching. a lot. ]
Maedhros Feanorion. [ said very neutrally. ] He is one of the best of our smiths, but he is [ bluntly. ] unstable.
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[ Spending his time resting up in Thranduil and Gwenaelle's bed? Absolutely preferred. Plus, Gwen would likely afford him cheating when Thranduil isn't looking. ]
I see. Unstable in what way?
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What were his reasons?
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