And then I am going to rattle the stars

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I  don’t  know…  He  repeated  her  words  a  couple  of  times  inside  his  head,  trying  to  make  sense  of  all  of  this,  but  if  she  did  not  understand  then  how  was  he  supposed  to  understand?

“That  sounds  about  right…  that  conversation  is  the  last  one  we  had  before  you  went  missing..  I  never  noticed  anything  weird  at  the  time,  either..”  He  said  then,  looking  at  his  wife.  Thranduil  let  go  of  her  hands  so  he  could  cup  her  cheeks,  wiping  the  tears  away.  

“Do  not  weep,  meleth  nîn…  None  of  this  is  your  fault…  I  did  not  mean  to  make  you  feel  guilty,  I  am  aware  you  would  never  have  left  willingly,  you  need  not  worry  about  that.  You’re  back  in  my  arms  and  right  now  that  is  all  that  matters…  You  may  not  know  what  happened  and  we  may  never  find  out,  but  that  is  not  what  is  important.”  The  Elvenking  shook  his  head.  Sure,  he  would  have  liked  to  know,  but  he  had  a  feeling  that  with  Sauron  having  been  defeated  it  would  not  happen  again.

“How  about  we  retire  to  our  chambers  and  relax  for  now?  Dinner  isn’t  due  for  a  couple  of  hours  more.  I  am  sure  you  must  be  tired  from  your  journey…  I  can  give  you  a  back  rub  if  you  would  like?”  He  offered  then.

The only response she can muster is a small nod of her head, her hands lifting to wipe the tears from her eyes and any evidence of them from her cheeks, forcing a small smile onto her lips, knowing there would be plenty of prying eyes in the halls.

Things had changed, but as she walked out of the throne room and through familiar yet unfamiliar halls, she trusted that Thranduil would guide her if she took a wrong turn. Her hand came to rest on the large double doors when she finally reached them, letting out a somewhat shaky breath before opening them and stepping in. Unlike her son, husband and kingdom, it seemed there were very few changes to the chambers they shared, it was perhaps a bit messier than it had been, papers strewn across an intricate wooden desk, Thranduil’s writing easy for her to spot on pieces of parchment and incomplete letters. Daeris moved through the different rooms that made up their chambers, eventually coming to where their clothes hung side by side, hand reaching out to grab the fine silk sleeves of one of her gowns, the fabric of those dresses much finer and more expensive than the one she is currency in which she had already made a mental note to burn the first chance she got and she wanted to get out of it now she had something to change into. She pulls a darker red gown from its place, a colour made to match the accent of what Thranduil was wearing, the silk sleeves a silver to match the main colour of his. The torn fabric of the dress she’s in is easy enough to shimmy out of, allowing it to drop in a pool at her feet before stepping out of it. Some of her gowns were more complex to get in and out of, luckily this one was fairly simple. Strings of the corset back already undone Daeris easily slips it on over her head. Out of habit she goes to tighten the back on her own but pauses for a moment, stepping out of what was practically another room that served as their closet to meet Thranduil’s gaze, turning so her back is to him, pulling her hair out of the way.

          ❝ 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞… 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ❞

❛  Oh  I  really  couldn’t  care  less  if  I'm  being  honest.  It’s  a  cute  attempt  though.  I  really  do  applaud  your  effort.  ❜  An  amused  smile  plays  on  the  assassin’s  lips,  looking  the  other  woman  over  rather  casually,  her  daggers  carefully  concealed  in  the  leather  guards  around  her  wrists.   Her  head  tilting  as  she  continues  examining  her,  pinpointing  where  other  weapons  could  potentially  be  hidden  on  her  person.    ❛  But  between  you  and  me  you’re  going  to  have  to  try  far  harder  than  hiding  a  knife  behind  your  back  to  stab  me  or  kill  me  if  you’re  that  ambitious.  ❜  Arms  cross  over  her  chest.

Celaena  rolls  her  eyes  closed,  dropping  her  head  when  the  crashing  and  banging  on  the  roof  behind  her  hits  trained  ears,  not  that  you  needed  trained  ears  to  hear  it.  She’s  sure  the  entire  town  could  hear  that.   ❛  I  don’t  think  you  are  grasping  this  concept  of  not  being  seen  or  heard  very  well.  ❜  She  growls,  turning  around  to  jump  off  the  roof  ledge  she  had  been  perched  on  initially,  not  even  the  slightest  sound  emitting  from  the  action.  A  dark  hood  acting  to  conceal  most  of  her  features  with  the  help  of  the  moon’s  dim  light,  but  no  one  could  mistake  those  Ashryver  blue  eyes,  even  in  the  faint  light.