His attention shifted from the Man to Galadriel in a moment. His fingertips brushed his breast, he bowed by a measure of scant degrees. The gesture ought to be familiar to her—it was the same he had greeted her with so long ago, when he had been but an elfling, and she newly arrived in his birth city to meet Melian.
He performed it with much more grace, now. Still, it told her all she might need to know of his mood—displeased enough to be in one of his more fey tempers, the sharp side of his tongue freshly whetted.
“My dear Lady.” He caught her hands in his own gloved ones, and gave a light squeeze. A friendly enough greeting for cousins-by-marriage, and carefully without royal overtones. “I find Men unhelpful as a whole excepting a few, but I have seen no kin since arriving until you. I cannot feel any fëar beyond yours, and then only barely.”
He himself felt… floaty. Nauseous. Thranduil cocked his head, affected a smile. “Do you imply you know where I mind find something to thaw the ice from my ears?”
The Man, of course, was wholly useless to him now—and had been unhelpful too boot, rendering him unworthy of future attention.
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He performed it with much more grace, now. Still, it told her all she might need to know of his mood—displeased enough to be in one of his more fey tempers, the sharp side of his tongue freshly whetted.
“My dear Lady.” He caught her hands in his own gloved ones, and gave a light squeeze. A friendly enough greeting for cousins-by-marriage, and carefully without royal overtones. “I find Men unhelpful as a whole excepting a few, but I have seen no kin since arriving until you. I cannot feel any fëar beyond yours, and then only barely.”
He himself felt… floaty. Nauseous. Thranduil cocked his head, affected a smile. “Do you imply you know where I mind find something to thaw the ice from my ears?”
The Man, of course, was wholly useless to him now—and had been unhelpful too boot, rendering him unworthy of future attention.