❀˖° — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋.
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"How did you come about within my kingdom?"
Blink blink. Innocent munching in food.
"Nothing worth sharing, I assure you.."
"A penny for your thoughts, my Lord?"
"And for awhile yet I thought I'd only had you." Thranduil started with a grave look etched to pale features. He arose from where he sat with graceful fluidity as he'd reclaim his emptied chalice. "There are days I'm still sure I speak the truth.. but yes. Happiness is feelting..." ++
"Happiness is always fleeting, ada.. We are wise peoples, but not wise enough to not chase after it." Weary, emotional— why is his wine THAT strong? A nap was needed soon. "Immortality is meaningless alone.. I have you, and only you; but even as king, your presence by my side is not a promise you
It is with this that Thranduil allows for her to speak. Her expression of desire & display of raw emotion draws the Elvenking's attention. Of which now she has fully captivated — & he is still without a word. Elves were deeply emotional beings, of which he too were a victim of such. ++
"Would you stop with that incessant—" There is an, as per expected of youth, annoyed huffing. "Dwarf this, dwarf that, oh my stars! Yes, I am very aware that he is indeed a dwarf, ada! I am not so blinded that I am unaware of what this could mean. A mortal life does not sound so terrible if it
Icy gaze turn towards his snatched vintage .. Gone in the bat of an eye & there had been no doubt the effects it would hold over the healer. Lulled to a gentle sleep .. least he could escape her incessant rambling. Such were the unruliness of the youth & his son had been no different. ++
The chalice is quickly taken before his grasp; and just as quickly downed in a single gulp. For good measure, its elegantly placed back down in his reach. "You did not. You behaved unlike a king and more like an overbearing father; and forced an untimely courtship. You know better than to meddle
The king sat with hands folded in his lap — his spine straightened & body still like the trees that surround his kingdom. Sturdy, strong & evermore magnificent. Though his expression remained difficult to read as the elf spoke — no, scolded the Elvenking. Of which this came as very surprising. +
"No, ada, hush. Your silvertongue has no persuasion on me, you will sit and listen. I told you not to meddle in my affairs and you did it anyways, making a mess of things. You have been incredibly rude as well— calling him a brute and dim. You WILL be apologizing to him at my earliest convenience
you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires.
"Interrogation? You misread the situation, sell. I am merely wishing to inform the dwarf. His demeanor towards you is not without meaning, thus could give you hope for something .. different. If his has no desire to pursue then I'd rather he make that clear. Lest you feel there is... connection."
"Your 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘴 of interrogation, ada."
He's peering at a tapestry. "Flawless workmanship.."
Indeed. It is quite a wonder how one's mind could fall absent far more than a dwarve's own.. I'm amused.
"I am .. drawn. In ways that should not dare to exist, but the pull remains clear. For matters I have not yet figured out myself.."
"An old thing, yes. I hold no doubt of this though it's craftmanship remained adequate. Though less so when an arrow should cause for it to so easily sink beneath the waters." He holds his stare, eyes locked on his son with a knowing expression. "You meddle in my affaird and think I would not ++
The prince is sure to not allow his face to betray him, but the suspicion of his father is not something so easily swayed. “Perhaps the barge is an old thing.. it is difficult even for elves to repair something that keeps falling apart. .. I am sure Bard of Dale will make it home before his —
"The inconvenience of the barge was meant to be swiftly taken care of. However, I've noticed the process of its repairs have been hindered. It begs the question why..?" He looks towards his son, his eyes narrowing. "The bargeman must return home..."
Legolas doesn’t bother to look… There already lies a suspicion in his mind of what captured Thranduil’s attention so strongly. “I hope the.. inconvenience of the barge has not added to your busy thoughts.”
For once the Elvenking had been startled, tearing his eyes away from the sight of .. something. "There is always much on my mind, today is no different."
Intruding on the Elvenking’s silence, the prince coming to stand beside him. “Much seems to be on your mind, Ada…” Or rather, a particular thing.
A watchful ... longing gaze — staring off so distantly & yet his eyes are fixed to one specific spot.