[ baby. he gets it, honestly; he can only imagine being in the same position, watching this from the side. so many times, he's been stuck behind a screen or a ship or god forbid a pair of doors, but he's never had to watch something like this happen. only be the main actor on the stage.
the tightness of thancred's hand is fine. if they're a little wet, that's okay too. he keeps his hand on top of his, nudges his fingers between his knuckles lightly, not really caring if they're damp or bloodied.
very quietly: ] Give me your hand. [ and there's an unspoken please there, the gesture gentle. he remembers coming back dizzy and in pain from his own, remembers seeing the way lin's hand was cut up by glass and aching with it, the idea of one more pain caused by himself when it was all said and done.
it's almost over. it's heartwrenching, to watch filbo encourage rynlan, too. it's almost done. ]
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the tightness of thancred's hand is fine. if they're a little wet, that's okay too. he keeps his hand on top of his, nudges his fingers between his knuckles lightly, not really caring if they're damp or bloodied.
very quietly: ] Give me your hand. [ and there's an unspoken please there, the gesture gentle. he remembers coming back dizzy and in pain from his own, remembers seeing the way lin's hand was cut up by glass and aching with it, the idea of one more pain caused by himself when it was all said and done.
it's almost over. it's heartwrenching, to watch filbo encourage rynlan, too. it's almost done. ]