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LOCATION: Oxygen Gardens.
WARNINGS: TBA.
SUMMARY: One
NOTES: ELVES ELVES ELVES.
[ He's been uncommonly quiet for most of the walk through the gardens, though none of the quartet makes a sound in the first place, travelling on light feet and silent footsteps. There's a disturbance between the twins owing not only to the situation in which they last saw one another but their fractured link that no longer binds them mind-to-mind, body-to-body. It's as uncomfortable as it is depressing but there seems nothing to be done.
Nuada has always been a stickler for tradition, for the rules laid down by their people in Ages past (now largely forgotten by the sheep that called themselves members of Balor's Council). He is here to introduce his sister to his new king, to field any questions and ensure her honour is intact by the end of it. Duty and family are important to him, no matter what Nuala believes anymore. Neither is he surprised that she has already started adopting the passengers more akin to the inhabitants of their own world.
If she won't listen to what he has to say about the ship, then perhaps Thranduil will get through to her. ]