[ for a moment, celebrimbor looks as if he's uncertain how to respond, which is true. of course he's aware that he's not alone here from the world he knows, but-- though sauron isn't present here, he'd still steeped celebrimbor in his filth. there is no part of him that hasn't been defiled, and he knows it. he feels it every moment of every day. why would anyone who understands that want anything to do with him--?
that, he decides abruptly, forcing the thought away, that is self-pity, and he won't have it.
instead, he dips his chin at last in a small, short nod, lacing his fingers together in his lap as if to hide them. ]
I was surprised to realize that I was not alone here, [ he admits after a moment, single eye sliding away from thranduil's face, out toward the gardens once more. it had been days before he'd been conscious enough to be aware of much at all, truthfully. ]
yes good
that, he decides abruptly, forcing the thought away, that is self-pity, and he won't have it.
instead, he dips his chin at last in a small, short nod, lacing his fingers together in his lap as if to hide them. ]
I was surprised to realize that I was not alone here, [ he admits after a moment, single eye sliding away from thranduil's face, out toward the gardens once more. it had been days before he'd been conscious enough to be aware of much at all, truthfully. ]