I am starting to get concerned over my predictability. It will not do me well to be such an open book. ( there's an open laugh, at that. of course, that will not be the only thread from which hangs her favor — and if anything, she has half a mind to say he has it well enough already, but she thinks she has right to be coy about it, at least for a short time. (she cannot deny, that he is a breath of fresh air, compared to all who'd wished for favor of the crown; she'd thought that when they first met and she is of the same opinion now and that feels important.)
though, on the topic of lady galadriel — her back straightens, minutely. ) Not yet — ( quiet honesty, again. on one hand, she was no stranger to events like these, and on the other — it was easy to feel out of place in revelry such as this, similar and yet so different. besides, it would be best with his introduction, rather than her own and with that said, she'll fall into step beside him.
she finds it a good time to ask, chin angled up to look at him, a small lean towards in subdued secrecy. ) — before that though — had you a moment to speak with the High King? Was your request received?
( said in the tone of someone who would, depending on the answer, be heavily inclined to petition it herself. whether or not she has any place to sound like so is a different question entirely, one she chooses to ignore, sentiment slipping out.
perhaps it’s rhaenyra’s tendency to dig her heels against passivity. but she is inclined to ensure they both get what they want. flagstones laying out before them to establish something other; something between them and no partnership, whatever it may become, is ever forged in indifference.
to a point, she knows that this political solution did not come from elrond; not of his want of power, and to a more complicated technically, not of the Elven realm’s want of it, either. their kingdom had plenty of it. so then it returned, promptly, back to mutual benefit, mutual history, and mutual legacy. all brittle points weighed against where they currently were.
the idea that elrond should not leave here without all that he desires to bring with him is not a trite one. she would wish to do the same, were their expectations flipped. and, more to the point, is this not what they were meant to do for one another now? the reason of their union does not negate the heart of it.
perhaps she oversteps in her rashness, emboldened by the energy that buzzes around them. but it’s as much a genuine questions as it is an excuse to not focus on the excitement twisting at her nerves, to wonder at what speaking to someone like lady galadriel would be like. )
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though, on the topic of lady galadriel — her back straightens, minutely. ) Not yet — ( quiet honesty, again. on one hand, she was no stranger to events like these, and on the other — it was easy to feel out of place in revelry such as this, similar and yet so different. besides, it would be best with his introduction, rather than her own and with that said, she'll fall into step beside him.
she finds it a good time to ask, chin angled up to look at him, a small lean towards in subdued secrecy. ) — before that though — had you a moment to speak with the High King? Was your request received?
( said in the tone of someone who would, depending on the answer, be heavily inclined to petition it herself. whether or not she has any place to sound like so is a different question entirely, one she chooses to ignore, sentiment slipping out.
perhaps it’s rhaenyra’s tendency to dig her heels against passivity. but she is inclined to ensure they both get what they want. flagstones laying out before them to establish something other; something between them and no partnership, whatever it may become, is ever forged in indifference.
to a point, she knows that this political solution did not come from elrond; not of his want of power, and to a more complicated technically, not of the Elven realm’s want of it, either. their kingdom had plenty of it. so then it returned, promptly, back to mutual benefit, mutual history, and mutual legacy. all brittle points weighed against where they currently were.
the idea that elrond should not leave here without all that he desires to bring with him is not a trite one. she would wish to do the same, were their expectations flipped. and, more to the point, is this not what they were meant to do for one another now? the reason of their union does not negate the heart of it.
perhaps she oversteps in her rashness, emboldened by the energy that buzzes around them. but it’s as much a genuine questions as it is an excuse to not focus on the excitement twisting at her nerves, to wonder at what speaking to someone like lady galadriel would be like. )