[ If not for the fact that she may run off to be injured and then the Spymaster would have their heads, he would set her down. As it is, he can telekinetically pull up a bit of grass and offer it to her, if that's the sort of things nugs eat.
As for Thranduil- well. He stares for a moment. ]
I imagine, [ he says at last, ] that this is the sort of frustration many feel when speaking to me.
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As for Thranduil- well. He stares for a moment. ]
I imagine, [ he says at last, ] that this is the sort of frustration many feel when speaking to me.