His King is more than capable of protecting himself, and Thranduil leaves him confident that Thingol can handle himself and watch Thranduil’s back (as Thranduil will watch his—some vows cannot ever be truly broken) and so it’s onto the next newly-arrived Rifter, who—for all intents—appears unarmed. Pride demons are—it is difficult for Thranduil not to look at one and wonder if he has his own on the other side of the veil, but between the new arrivals and the Inquisition troops, the demon fell easily.
He has cleaned his swords and returned them to the scabbards, washed the ichor off his boots. All that remains is to wait for the orders from the leader of the little group that came down, and pick through the detritus that fell through the rift. Nothing from Arda beyond Thingol himself, and here will be time for asking questions later, but for now, there is this one—a Man, but his fëa was strange and his pulse stranger. That’s enough of a reason for Thranduil to wind his way over, and indicate the shard in the Man’s hand with an elegant little gesture.
“Is the shard causing you pain?” There’s no Solas to soothe it away, but there is elfroot and a healer not too far off who ought to be able to dull the worst of it.
after the fight! lmk if that doesn't work.
He has cleaned his swords and returned them to the scabbards, washed the ichor off his boots. All that remains is to wait for the orders from the leader of the little group that came down, and pick through the detritus that fell through the rift. Nothing from Arda beyond Thingol himself, and here will be time for asking questions later, but for now, there is this one—a Man, but his fëa was strange and his pulse stranger. That’s enough of a reason for Thranduil to wind his way over, and indicate the shard in the Man’s hand with an elegant little gesture.
“Is the shard causing you pain?” There’s no Solas to soothe it away, but there is elfroot and a healer not too far off who ought to be able to dull the worst of it.