[Thranduil nods, frowning slightly at being patronized, but realizing he probably sounded crazy. Any reply is bitten off by the smell of the athelas. His eyes close in blissful relief. The pain is much better already, much easier to bear than those awful mind-fogging drugs. It takes a moment for him to remember to answer, the relief is so overwhelming. His mind is even clearing somewhat. His eyes open.]
Forgive me. I could not think of your name for a moment.
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Forgive me. I could not think of your name for a moment.