[ He stills when he hears the Feanorian's voice, gaze locked onto a corner of furniture as Thranduil considers his reply. It's a strange place to be in, to feel more competent and collected than those of legend and higher birth, though on second-thought is it really surprising after all Celebrimbor and his kin went through? Enduring is something the Woodelves have done for a long time, by his advanced years, and it might just be they own a foothold where it counts instead of the great deeds in sagas of old. He prefers that, if so.
Thranduil's pause only lasts seconds. ]
Your knowledge of such matters would be greatly welcome, my lord. Please, join me in the library.
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Thranduil's pause only lasts seconds. ]
Your knowledge of such matters would be greatly welcome, my lord. Please, join me in the library.