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FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: Everyone in Kirkwall
WHAT: Thranduil graciously eats humble pie.
WHEN: Today! (12th Wintermarch)
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Following the fire.

This past Friday, there was a small fire in the section of the tower reserved for the Division heads, specifically my own office and private quarters. Thanks to the efforts of several, including Ser Coupe, no one was injured, and our greatest losses were a few pieces of furniture.

The blaze was my fault. I failed twice, in not properly banking the fire and checking the new wood for dampness caused by the logs being outside during a freeze, and also in not informing the staff that I would be out for the week.

Given the recent cold and what measures we take to remedy it, I politely request that no one repeat my foolishness, stay attentive, and review Gallows evacuation plans in case of a fire. Those that wish to speak with me will find me in the library until my office is cleaned, likely by the middle of next week.

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Liking you well enough for an elf, or for as much as bon-papa likes anyone,

( not much, historically )

is one thing. Condoning our marriage is different. That is banking an awful lot on his dislike of my lord.

I found him reasonable. And perhaps we do not frame it as a marriage.

[ he himself was fond, even. ]

Or on his love of you.

This might backfire on us very badly.

I will write to him. We had exchanged a few letters, before. Perhaps he will not mind resuming correspondence. Perhaps I might come to anticipate his response.

( A small sigh— )

Well, I will trust you with a quill as well.

( Only slightly against her better judgment. )

Would you prefer to look them over before they are sent?

( He can probably imagine that she's wrestling with herself a little, before she answers; impulse says yes, second-thoughts say shouldn't she trust him? Third-thoughts say: neither of them are supposed to be acting unilaterally, that's not what trust means, trust is an entirely two-way street when it's working— )

I'd feel better about it, ( finally. )

I half think he pays for the house because I don't write him often enough and he can mind me if he's employing most of my staff.

That, I can do.

Ah, then I can write him with news about you.

He will like that.

Oh- I spoke to Solas.

Edited 2018-01-17 02:25 (UTC)

Splendid.

[ curious, suddenly, but very nearly expecting a trick: ]

About what?

The shards.

( She weighs the details, contemplating how much to share, not for secrecy but sensitivity. )

I have some suspicions we didn't discuss ( pointedly, specifically did not ) and I'm going to share with him the notes on ny abilities that Coupe had me take.

I think that is fair, [ he says, and does not push, does not ask. solas is the best-and-only at what he does. she is safe and smart in this. ] I hope you learn something.

I expect it to be of much more use to him than to me. But that benefits us all.

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