Re: gatsby: mingmei + solas
[Whatever camaraderie had formed between them vanished in a second at her request. Everything about him became closed off and guarded, his expression dark and troubled. Slowly, he rose, shaking his head.] No. [He didn't bother trying to justify his refusal. He didn't think he could articulate it.
To give Elvish to a human, to allow one of them to have the language the People had lost, was unthinkable. Unbearable. The idea of hearing Elvish on a human's lips was a knife in his heart. A thousand lashes of the whip on his back.
It was too much. Her request, his form - wrong, so wrong, ill-fitting, poorly constructed, a misrepresentation of self. He sucked in a shaky breath.] I must go. I... [Another shake of his head. With a fleeting, anguished look at her, he fled.]