He knows. And he trusts Thranduil, despite their differences. What he feels from Vilya, he trusts enough to use to heal his friend as much as he can. And it's done wonders, though he feels there is still more he can do.
Elrond's smile warms at the rare, honest gratitude. "I risk much for my friends," he answers, just as softly. "I would do it again, and again, should the need arise."
In reward of being asked, rather than Thranduil simply struggling to do it himself, he moves to help support the other elf in sitting upright. "Slowly, be mindful of your side and put no pressure on your bandaged arm." Lean on me, he doesn't say.
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Date: 2017-10-10 02:57 am (UTC)From:Elrond's smile warms at the rare, honest gratitude. "I risk much for my friends," he answers, just as softly. "I would do it again, and again, should the need arise."
In reward of being asked, rather than Thranduil simply struggling to do it himself, he moves to help support the other elf in sitting upright. "Slowly, be mindful of your side and put no pressure on your bandaged arm." Lean on me, he doesn't say.