[ Once more, he freezes. His eyes are near impossible to read, regularly, but the Outsider feels- exposed, now. He feels like he is truly the boy he appears to be, instead of what he has been for thousands of years.
He feels almost as though he is being parented, which is a truly foreign sensation.
Still, he answers, as Thranduil drops his hand. ]
Yes.
[ Alone, with only his favorites for company -- human each, with a short lifespan, shorter still in many cases because of his interference. Those who lived longer, like Granny Rags, grew steadily more insane and steadily less interesting because of it. ]
Even if I were to walk freely in the world of mortals, humans have always feared what they do not understand.
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He feels almost as though he is being parented, which is a truly foreign sensation.
Still, he answers, as Thranduil drops his hand. ]
Yes.
[ Alone, with only his favorites for company -- human each, with a short lifespan, shorter still in many cases because of his interference. Those who lived longer, like Granny Rags, grew steadily more insane and steadily less interesting because of it. ]
Even if I were to walk freely in the world of mortals, humans have always feared what they do not understand.