[ Roy watches,reduced again to naught but a dark sweep of a gaze and the white knuckles of his hands about his goblet.
He knows nothing about the Ainur minstrelsy, nothing about Ilúvatar's gift, nothing about the wellspring of starlight taken form in each of the Eldar. And yet the song is enough to crack open the door — there's something beyond, grief like the cruel tip of a hook. He can feel his heart beating, the rushing of blood through the narrow confines of his body. To feel so much, to live so long, to hurt and to hurt —
And then it's over, and the raucous fairy-wrought mirth settles back into place around them. For a moment, Roy cannot throw off the silence that has taken him by his throat.
Then: ]
Wow.
[ He jerks up, spine straightening from its quiet curl — his teeth are set against one another. A swipe of his hand across his face, to remove the evidence of his emotional reaction to the song, but even that is of little help; his lashes are dark and clumped. ]
Wow. Damn. [ A huff of laughter, to lighten the heaviness of his tongue. ] If the king thing doesn't work out for you, let me know. You could make millions with that voice.
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He knows nothing about the Ainur minstrelsy, nothing about Ilúvatar's gift, nothing about the wellspring of starlight taken form in each of the Eldar. And yet the song is enough to crack open the door — there's something beyond, grief like the cruel tip of a hook. He can feel his heart beating, the rushing of blood through the narrow confines of his body. To feel so much, to live so long, to hurt and to hurt —
And then it's over, and the raucous fairy-wrought mirth settles back into place around them. For a moment, Roy cannot throw off the silence that has taken him by his throat.
Then: ]
Wow.
[ He jerks up, spine straightening from its quiet curl — his teeth are set against one another. A swipe of his hand across his face, to remove the evidence of his emotional reaction to the song, but even that is of little help; his lashes are dark and clumped. ]
Wow. Damn. [ A huff of laughter, to lighten the heaviness of his tongue. ] If the king thing doesn't work out for you, let me know. You could make millions with that voice.