[ There are a few conversations he knows yet await them: the question of children, whether they desire them at all, and if so, then when, given their still tentative steps into intimacy; and the matter of whether or not she would desire, when the time should come, to sail into Valinor, let alone whether or not his kin would permit such a thing. It is, in theory, a less pressing matter, but he cannot deny that the issue of time is not one that plagues him. The idea is one that appeals to him β that the end of her mortal time should not preclude the ability for them to spend more time together β but he knows it to be selfish, too. Even at death's doorstep, it would be difficult at the best of times for a queen to leave her people.
(It is strange, too, to admit to himself just how quickly he has become fond of her, how attached he feels. He looks for her when she is not present, misses her when they are parted. He had never thought himself to be so easily affected by anything before, but with herβ the years seem to fall away. He does not relish the idea of losing that feeling, knowing that what they have is finite. He understands better now the tales of those from whom he is descended, of the kinds of emotions that spur such great tales. It makes him wonder, in the moments he allows for his ambition to take true hold, how they will be written of; if the marriage will be purely characterized by its political significance or if they will manage something greater.)
But, for the moment, he smiles in return, a soft laugh escaping him. It is a relief that their journey is one she's eager for, rather than solely an obligation. He knows, already, that there'll be some work to be done β the missives he receives hint at some unrest, though he does not know yet if he'll be able to be of much use β but, as per their conversation already, he does not intend to let such things monopolize their time. Time is such a precious thing, after all. Day by day he grows more conscious of the waste of it.
He also imagines there'll be some to-do given Syrax's presence (and some more thoughtfulness required should they travel with the beast outside of the Elven realm, particularly if they intend for their trip to be free of any potential violence), but that's a bridge they'll cross when they come to it. ]
I think you will very quickly become the apple of every eye that perceives you, [ he says, of her inclination.
In fairness, he'd think so even if gifts weren't on her mind, but there are few better ways to prove oneself a considerate guest, and more than that, he finds himself touched by the thought, that she should think that one step further for the sake of those he calls kin and kindred. ]
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(It is strange, too, to admit to himself just how quickly he has become fond of her, how attached he feels. He looks for her when she is not present, misses her when they are parted. He had never thought himself to be so easily affected by anything before, but with herβ the years seem to fall away. He does not relish the idea of losing that feeling, knowing that what they have is finite. He understands better now the tales of those from whom he is descended, of the kinds of emotions that spur such great tales. It makes him wonder, in the moments he allows for his ambition to take true hold, how they will be written of; if the marriage will be purely characterized by its political significance or if they will manage something greater.)
But, for the moment, he smiles in return, a soft laugh escaping him. It is a relief that their journey is one she's eager for, rather than solely an obligation. He knows, already, that there'll be some work to be done β the missives he receives hint at some unrest, though he does not know yet if he'll be able to be of much use β but, as per their conversation already, he does not intend to let such things monopolize their time. Time is such a precious thing, after all. Day by day he grows more conscious of the waste of it.
He also imagines there'll be some to-do given Syrax's presence (and some more thoughtfulness required should they travel with the beast outside of the Elven realm, particularly if they intend for their trip to be free of any potential violence), but that's a bridge they'll cross when they come to it. ]
I think you will very quickly become the apple of every eye that perceives you, [ he says, of her inclination.
In fairness, he'd think so even if gifts weren't on her mind, but there are few better ways to prove oneself a considerate guest, and more than that, he finds himself touched by the thought, that she should think that one step further for the sake of those he calls kin and kindred. ]
May I ask what you had in mind?