“Silmarils...?” Beleth glances from Haldir to Galadriel, brow furrowed. “They were dressed in fine clothes, there might have been gems—? But nothing stood out. Thranduil already told me not to speak alone with them, and I promised I wouldn’t.” She doesn’t mention that Maedhros had seemed quite nice, or that ‘no speaking alone’ left plenty of wiggle room.
“Oh! But Thranduil already spoke to them, so I’m sure that he’s managed to handle everything. I’m sure he’ll be glad that you’re back.” She smiles assuredly, for if nothing else, she trusts Thranduil.
Wrapping done as best as she could, Beleth inspects her handiwork, before tying it off. It was nothing to write home about, but it would hopefully keep her stable until the healers could get to her. Crisis mostly averted, Beleth has time to think about something else Galadriel said.
“...They’re your cousins?” She shoots Haldir a look, raising an eyebrow. “Are you her cousin, too?” Just how many cousins did she have???
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“Oh! But Thranduil already spoke to them, so I’m sure that he’s managed to handle everything. I’m sure he’ll be glad that you’re back.” She smiles assuredly, for if nothing else, she trusts Thranduil.
Wrapping done as best as she could, Beleth inspects her handiwork, before tying it off. It was nothing to write home about, but it would hopefully keep her stable until the healers could get to her. Crisis mostly averted, Beleth has time to think about something else Galadriel said.
“...They’re your cousins?” She shoots Haldir a look, raising an eyebrow. “Are you her cousin, too?” Just how many cousins did she have???