*just boggles, everything you're saying so far from everything he knows about Ecthelion*
beating the unholy hell
He said that?? *smothers the tiny little voice in the back of his head (yeah. he did.)* Esther, I don't. Esther, I'm sorry. *runs Ecthelion's hand through Ecthelion's hair (we're all wrong)* It's just... *helplessly listening to the words tumble out of his mouth (but only/especially because it's not his mouth)* You were so beautiful, standing there. You're so beautiful. Just one more perfect thing and it's. It's not fair.