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[aenseidhe]

WHO: Iorveth, Thranduil and Gwen
WHAT: Arguing, naked people
WHEN: Directly after this.
WHERE: The Gallows, Thranduil's office
NOTES: Bad words and life choices, also Gwen's boobs.

[ Thankfully, no Templars get in Iorveth's face on the way to Thranduil's office, and he makes it to the door with no blood on his hands. However, he's no less enraged, paranoid, and ready to bolt from this shithole of a city, possibly without a left hand, thanks, Casimir.

Or possibly with all the left hands of all the Rifters. He really shouldn't have mentioned that part.

Shoving the door open, Iorveth marches in looking entirely like the officer that carved vengeance out of men's bodies, claimed trophies from human officers, and burned men alive. There hasn't yet really been cause for him to get so up in arms, until another set of foreign negotiations made rules over his will. It compounds - the thoughts he'd had in wondering what the consequences to telling the Inquisition 'no' would be, how long the Inquisition's insignia will keep him from being cornered into an alienage as well, all the people standing still while things something disgusting occurs and calling it civility, or politics.

It makes his skin crawl. So here he is, because Thranduil called, and somehow he has the respect to obey that when very few else would win it, but today that's been pushed too. ]

What?

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[rowancrowned]

I thought myself impotent, [ he protests, and would it really have been that different if he had been in a situation to find himself able? if being elven meant different things, if he'd realized that the flesh and fëa here were not one and the same with the one he had possessed in arda? perhaps, perhaps not, perhaps the truth would have come to light while her mother was still alive and they would have had something other than what they have now.

he likes what they have now. he likes the idea of what they might have with iorveth, too. iorveth, who will keep her safe as well as thranduil does. ]

Mm. We count kills, in hunting or in war. Trophies from that are not uncommon. Arrowheads, if your intended is an archer, or feathers. Useful, clever, beautiful things.

[ the noldor mostly do jewelry, but greenwood and mirkwood have both tended towards the common. but if your wife was a jewelsmith, then a gift of white gems would not have been out of place.

that thought, he does not keep. ]

Iorveth may buy you hair ribbons, and have a portrait, [ he grants, generously. ]