[ There's an answer in the way he holds his silence and that mirrorless, fractured gaze a handful of moments too long for the pause to be entirely natural. He recalls Legolas telling him how the Hornburg was set upon by ten-thousand strong against the barest sliver of mortal forces at Helm's Deep and thinks he can find an echo of such hopelessness buried deep in the lines of Roy's face.
Legs cross as he eases back on the table in an elegant slouch all silver robes and long blonde locks spilling over the edge, a thumb running along the lip of his goblet. Not unkindly, he replies once that brittle smile is back in place on Roy's face. ]
Not when revelry such as this serves to drown them out.
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Legs cross as he eases back on the table in an elegant slouch all silver robes and long blonde locks spilling over the edge, a thumb running along the lip of his goblet. Not unkindly, he replies once that brittle smile is back in place on Roy's face. ]
Not when revelry such as this serves to drown them out.