*brushes your mind with a fleeting, delicate embrace (you're safe now) (no one gets past me/past us)*
*with difficulty, leaves the familial knot and goes to Thingol's side; he has not moved, now standing tall and solitary between his family and the retreating enemy (and something in her shivers to see it)*
*silently brushes her hand against his arm (I'm here) but says not a word* *knows better than anyone what it cost him to (surrender) lower his gun—the only thing stopping that bullet*