*casts an apparently casual glance at his friends, though he's inwardly despairing (for fuck's sake, wake up...they have guns)* *god, those two really are clueless sometimes)*
*judges that you aren't truly seeing Mír anymore, that you're trying to look straight through him to see Lily, and so takes a deep breath and walks slowly over to Thingol (is somehow sure this is okay for him to do; you did tell him he could leave, and this isn't so different)*
*loudly and clearly addressing Thingol with a tone of utter confidence* Why don't you put the gun down, Elwë. Put the gun down and go home.