( the first thing she says has an air of distraction, like it's half a placeholder for the thing she's furiously working through behind it— )
You're going to need the armour, more than likely.
( the next pause is briefer. someone is thinking very hard about how much paperwork might exist that says thranduil baudin on it, and not merely thranduil or provost baudin— )
You're a new arrival, I take it.
( there's a part of her, paranoid and childish, that thinks: is this a joke? am I fucking joke to you? but that voice is quieter than it once was, reason winning out: whatever disputes between them, however vicious or petty their arguments had ever been, she can't envision him pretending not to know her only to be cruel. no, this is ... legolas again, isn't it? he hadn't recalled.
he speaks as if he doesn't know her. the most straightforward reason is because he doesn't. )
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You're going to need the armour, more than likely.
( the next pause is briefer. someone is thinking very hard about how much paperwork might exist that says thranduil baudin on it, and not merely thranduil or provost baudin— )
You're a new arrival, I take it.
( there's a part of her, paranoid and childish, that thinks: is this a joke? am I fucking joke to you? but that voice is quieter than it once was, reason winning out: whatever disputes between them, however vicious or petty their arguments had ever been, she can't envision him pretending not to know her only to be cruel. no, this is ... legolas again, isn't it? he hadn't recalled.
he speaks as if he doesn't know her. the most straightforward reason is because he doesn't. )