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[disfavour]

[ This isn't going to be sweet but it will be short, courtesy of your resident Prince Not-So Charming. ]

There are now three flets, which pass as treehouses, in the gardens. These are homes and if anyone is seen nearing them to gain access, they will be shot on sight. I assure you, an arrow is far more difficult to extract than a bullet. [ #EXPERIENCE, urgh. ] Additionally, you will find the Elven quotient aboard the ship is now officially in charge of garden-based security.

That means we need not apologise if your actions force us to maim you.

[ Can you hear someone sharpening a knife? Humming? Sounds a lot like Legolas in the background, right? Someone pissed off the Space Elves. ]

Thranduil is indisposed and has appointed myself in his stead. If you have any concerns which fail to be entirely moronic in nature, you may bring them to me.

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[favouring]

( in spite of herself, of him, of this moment entirely-- nuala laughs, clear as a bell. )

Dearest, sweetest brother. Did you fail to notice that I owed so much of the early kindnesses shown me to the strength of your reputation? I won't deny that I capitalized well on my success, but I'm obliged to credit you for its beginning.

( look, nuada, that first network post-- she reached a point where she genuinely wanted to throttle the next person who came to her talking about you, dude. )

The dwarf king, Fili, reached out to me in friendship on the strength of his respect for you. He was not the only one.

[disfavour]

[ Grumpycat intensifies. The barest smile flits across his lips when he hears about Fili, dissolving as he closes his eyes.

Would it be so awful to conscript Morgoth into an alliance and wipe out the humans aboard? Save the ones they need, obviously. The one sticking point that makes Nuada veer from the idea is that he would not be the lord and master of such devastation, there is no crown to command the creature, to direct him when to stop. But he thinks he could defect as he did from his father's side, and kill those with whom he finds excessive fault. If his chest feels hollow when he considers it, it is only because he cares for the other elves and know exactly the position he is in, all too well, and that they are not his people who will follow him even if he acts in their best interests.

It's never a good idea to leave Nuada to his darker thoughts. ]

[favouring]

( that would be fucking terrible, nuada.

she allows him his quiet a while, but she knows better than most how unwise it would be to leave it alone too long. he is not sleeping, and if he isn't sleeping, he may as well be paying attention to her and not drawing up his war maps in his mind. )

You are more than a sword, Nuada named Airgetsleá-- it is an epithet, my darling, not a chain to bind you.