He's so shiny.

[longunderthetree]

Rest or you will not heal! Then where will I be? Returned? We have not accomplished a thing!

[A pensive frown and he nods.]

You wish for entertainment? What can I provide? I am no bard or artist; more the shame!

Comments

[longunderthetree]

[Here is a face he has not seen for a very long time. Legolas frowns sadly and gives Thorin a respectful bow.]

I could pretend but I do not think it would be welcomed.

[onewhodares]

[A begrudging hum at the respect, he inclines his head in turn. Of all the elves, at least Legolas was one he minded the least.]

Perhaps not.

[longunderthetree]

[But even Legolas has regrets about the time he spent near Thorin. This is a nice chance that he doesn't want to waste.]

Do you have a voice for song, King Thorin?

[onewhodares]

.....no.

[Yes he does. He's just being a grumpy dwarf.]

[longunderthetree]

I thought Dwarves enjoyed singing? [Just not of the sort that Elves probably like.] Gimli taught me a few drinking tunes.

[onewhodares]

[The son of Gloin? Teaching songs to the prince of the Greenwood? Surprise and disbelief color Thorin's features.]

They do. Especially when ale is availible.

[longunderthetree]

Where will I find ale? [That's the strange liquid that made his fingertips tingle after awhile, right?] I believe my father's wine is stronger.

[onewhodares]

[A snort of derision. Elf ale stronger?? Nonsense.]

I doubt that.

[longunderthetree]

Have you partaken of it?

I sense Thorin getting very drunk in the near future heehe

[onewhodares]

[Thorin straightens.]

I haven't. But I do know my kin could drink any of you elves under the table if they had a mind to.

[Those may be famous last words.]

:D

[longunderthetree]

Gimli could not. [Just saying.]

[onewhodares]

[Thorin all but glares at the challenge obviously put out there.]

He is hardly a boy.

[longunderthetree]

No, he is full grown when we meet! [Now he softens.] It has been a long time.

[onewhodares]

[Oh. That would explain it, Legolas is unchanged as Elves are but older.]

[Thorin clears his throat. His words a ltitle less harsh.] A pity he could not outlast you.

[longunderthetree]

He did his best! I fear I teased him too much. [There is obvious affection in that.]