*her mouth forming a thin line, if only briefly* To be very, very honest, I'm hiding from the overblown faux-intellectuals over there. Their idea of political discussion involves gossiping about what Melian's going to do now that she's "on the market" again. If I order you to be mean to them, could you at least manage a solid minute of looming?
*wipes away a drop of champagne from the rim of her flute, sighing quietly* *half-smiles by way of apology (buck up, Finrod, it's a party)* If this were Nargothrond, I'd've snuck out the back already with Edrahil and any of the Bëorings I could rustle up.