[ he laughs, bright and clear as bells, but still quiet, still for maia's ears only. he is warm enough as he turns his back to the other elf-- elflands, isn't that lovely to hear- and looks over his shoulder as his fingers trail over spines, waiting for a signal or word to tell him he ought to stop.
not unkindly: ] You are wise, to realise your title means nothing here.
[ and perhaps that is why he wears his jewels as he does, fearing theft- or anticipating it. thranduil's circlet and broaches hide in a compartment behind a brick, and his rings rest on his fingers.
the patterns of his speech are interesting too. a formality now explained by his title. without it, he would have filed it as a misstep in whatever craft allowed him to speak trade as easily as sindarin. now, though...
he turns his head, and continues through the trade agreements. ]
I assume you note the way our people [ deliberate. ] are treated here?
no subject
not unkindly: ] You are wise, to realise your title means nothing here.
[ and perhaps that is why he wears his jewels as he does, fearing theft- or anticipating it. thranduil's circlet and broaches hide in a compartment behind a brick, and his rings rest on his fingers.
the patterns of his speech are interesting too. a formality now explained by his title. without it, he would have filed it as a misstep in whatever craft allowed him to speak trade as easily as sindarin. now, though...
he turns his head, and continues through the trade agreements. ]
I assume you note the way our people [ deliberate. ] are treated here?