he can hear the sound of fabric ripping, the slide of a blade against leather. this close to them happening, they are familiar sounds. the fight is starting in earnest, now. thranduil may have to cease speaking to him, soon.
(this is why he does not interfere. interference has a price. his presence has a price. the distraction of his voice in thranduil's ear could cost the elf his life, and yet-
and yet, the outsider cannot bring himself to stay silent.) ]
The setting sun would paint its towers. You would smell the salt of the sea and the flowers of the meadows at its highest tower, where even air wonders if it is too tall. Vines would crawl over it, making it a living fortress; a part of you, as you are a part of it.
[ it sounds- nice. it sounds very nice, actually, and for a moment, the outsider imagines that he might be a part of it, too.
but there is a game to be played, a dance to watch -- in a manner of speaking -- from the sidelines. ]
voice
he can hear the sound of fabric ripping, the slide of a blade against leather. this close to them happening, they are familiar sounds. the fight is starting in earnest, now. thranduil may have to cease speaking to him, soon.
(this is why he does not interfere. interference has a price. his presence has a price. the distraction of his voice in thranduil's ear could cost the elf his life, and yet-
and yet, the outsider cannot bring himself to stay silent.) ]
The setting sun would paint its towers. You would smell the salt of the sea and the flowers of the meadows at its highest tower, where even air wonders if it is too tall. Vines would crawl over it, making it a living fortress; a part of you, as you are a part of it.
[ it sounds- nice. it sounds very nice, actually, and for a moment, the outsider imagines that he might be a part of it, too.
but there is a game to be played, a dance to watch -- in a manner of speaking -- from the sidelines. ]
If you would.