What a weird thing to say. A moue forms on his lips as he tilts his head towards her, as though his piercing blue glare might somehow burrow through her to find why. It hadn’t occurred to him she might find it odd. Not until she had said it in just as many words. But as the young do, he learns, picking up the pieces of his mistakes and turning them in proverbial fingers until he understands where it failed.
It’s only when his question is tossed back at him that the pieces click.
Frown lifting into a sudden grin, the mischievous glint of his eye brightens as he quickly responds, “Yes.” And in the only way he knows, blinded by youth and naivete, he shows her. A clumsy grasp at sight that matches his own, twirling them away into the heavens on the lofty wings of a bird flying overhead. Then, as it grows too distant, his tenuous connection frays and splinters, sending them plummeting back into themselves.
He is breathless and grinning as he reaches forward, recovering from his momentary blindness to nudge at the whirling hair of her small forehead in growing camaraderie. He had never tried to share his delight with anyone else in such a manner, but surely if anyone could understand, it would be her.
“And did you enjoy it?” he asks again on a faintly impish laugh, certain she must understand him now.
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@[galadriel]