*sips his wine, his expression folding up with something like real anger (it's all so unfair)* *frankly* It's unbelievably stupid. I think I'd rather live in Ossiriand with the crazy Fëanorians, to be honest. *sighs, just a touch morose* Erestor was served notice, too, although he said he was already on his way out. We were all wondering whether the concentration of Noldo in our Peredhel blood was too high for Thingol's peace of mind.
able to move
*tips his head and looks at you a moment, the irritation fading as quickly as it appeared (you've had hardly anything to drink, so why...?)* *repeating his earlier question* You're really feeling all right? *spent the first half-hour or so blinded by you and your dress and you in-and-partially-out of your dress, but he keeps picking up on little hints of weariness dragging at your movements, your smile*