firith: (daucus ·)
(Elvenking)—❧ Thranduil Oropherion ([personal profile] firith) wrote in [community profile] eachdraidh2014-11-12 12:17 pm

❧ VIDEO; 04 (both courts)

[ Thranduil hasn't vanished off the face of the Drabwurld again, contrary to popular belief, despite keeping his head down since Samhain. Ensconced in the Caer Glaem library pulling up certificates, maps, and all the other ridiculous paraphernalia required for a legalised contact to take place, he flicks on the locket from his desk in a corner of the vast halls, surrounded by stacks. There he sits sipping a goblet of the last keg of leftover Dorwinion which is currently under strict guard in the cellars (looking at you Samhain revellers). On the table are scrolls and books, all of which have been tidied, while in front of him lies a black leather-bound folder, ostensibly containing the point of the broadcast. ]

The High-King and I have come to an arrangement. In exchange for fair recompense, I have bought the rights to the woodlands south of the forest river and west of the Hidden Falls, within a crux of the mountain-range, to be easily identified on any common map. [ It's not quite as simple as that, of course, but he'll save everyone the pointless politicking. That, and he doesn't want to bring up Celegorm's shard in public; it would be bad taste. ] Aelfen and Elven tribes alike will be travelling to Caer Glaem over the next week or so to replenish their supplies, tools and gold, well within their rights to do so, before continuing on to their new homeland. Please show these former refugees every kindness.

[ As dapper as he looks, he clearly doesn't intend to faff about chatting idly about inanities; someone wants a nice long sleep. ]

If you have business in what will be renamed the Maechenibryth, come the turn of the winter season, or have done in the past which you wish to pursue in the future, you may bring the matter to myself, Thranduil, or to my son, Legolas, who will pass it on accordingly. There is much yet to do and I have little enough time to spare.

[ Sipping his wine, he shuts off the locket. ]




( ooc: if you'd like to continue anything from samhain just pop me a pm and i'll get on it, otherwise i'll take this opportunity to declare tag amnesty on that front as it broke my inbox and burned me out, sobs. tagging will generally be slow until after the weekend because of work. ty for waiting! )
all7seas: (under your nails)

NOT REALLY HERE JUST LISTENING IN

[personal profile] all7seas 2014-11-13 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
There's some planning to be done for the highway robbery of Elven refugees, especially of the gold-replenished variety.

Yes. Yesssss. Precious, precious gold.]
all7seas: (little wonder)

POSSIBLYYYYY

[personal profile] all7seas 2014-11-13 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Gems. Rubies. Hair ornaments of ornate workmanship. Lacy underthings. And that's just what he'll find on the men.]
desperate_times: (slow down mate)

[personal profile] desperate_times 2014-11-13 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[You had me at lacy underthings but lost me at 'on the men'.]
all7seas: (tell me true)

[personal profile] all7seas 2014-11-14 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[Come now come now. William Turner showed up at Samhain with pointy ears, long flowing locks, and tight leather trousers. If he's got anything on under there it's black and thong-ish.]
desperate_times: (excuse me)

[personal profile] desperate_times 2014-11-14 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Chloe and Thranduil are getting along so well! She'd hate to piss off someone that handsome. :/ We better not get caught. He has dungeons. He said so.]