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{He is sprawled and glorious in a way few can mimic. ~~Elves!~~ His hand rests on a blue egg while a second, silver egg, rests in his lap. His children.}

What can I expect - {A hesitation and he smiles, thinly, coolly.} What can we expect when these hatch?

{Who is "we"? Don't ask.}

Furthermore, though this feels like the wrong time to do so, allow me to introduce myself: I am Thranduil, Elven-King of the Woodland Realm.

{The rings on his fingers tap against the eggshells; he could crush them, bare-handed and usually he would be tempted with anything regarding Dragons. However...

These are his, Dragons or not.}

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{Someone with dignity and grace! A Man by the look of him and yet far less crude than the usual lot. Thranduil inclines his head slightly at the bow.}

I have no intention of harming them. {He lifts the silver egg and sets it by the blue.} I cannot explain how they came to be, but I take responsibility for their lives and their existence.

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[ He doesn't smile, but there might be a slight lessening of the severity of his non-expression as he watches the care Thranduil takes in moving the beautiful egg to join it's equally stunning sibling. ]

That is what matters most. Do you have aid in their care? Have you tended to eggs of other species in the past?

[ Maybe he should enlist the aid of Wei Ying... ]

{The shells are lovely. Once whatever hatches, he will be keeping the pieces left behind.}

I am not a solitary parent. {Much...to his shock.} The one who laid them will assist in their care. I have cared for birds in the past. Thus far, I have kept this pair warm. If they are Dragons, they will be drawn to heat.

[ The news has Wangji nod slightly in approval. And finally there is an actual hint at a smile. ]

All should be well. Your instincts seem sound. Trust them.

[ Which is, naturally, the precise moment the two white rabbits he'd wound up here with hop into his lap and have him outright smile softly down at them, immediately setting to petting the soft fur to assure them of his love. ]

The young know when they are cared for.

{What adorable companions. Thranduil's demeanor softens too upon seeing those sweet fuzzy faces. He understands beasts better than Men and the rabbits, though young, trust this Lan Wangji fully.}

Tell me their names. {It's a strange custom - the naming of other creatures - however his own kind are guilty of it too.}

I have no ill feelings for this pair. The Dragons of Arda I detest {for good reason} but these are not them.

[ They really are the most adorable. Gentle fingers find the sweet bunnies' favorite spots for scritches and pets, motions slow and thorough to miss nothing. He blinks up at the question of names. ]

I have not given them names.

[ Though he thinks, gaze drifting down to fur again. ]

Wei Ying might, but he has yet to do so.

[ The mention of dragons and Thranduil's poor thought of those of his world has him disturbed, though one would be hard-pressed to recognize it by sight. He doesn't immediately answer though, preferring to think over words carefully. ]

It is good that you see them as beings apart from what you know.

{He longs to hold the creatures of the Greenwood - the fawns, the rabbits, the birds...}

They have names in their tongue. Wei Ying would be giving them secondary monikers.

{Where the eggs sit, there are blankets to cushion them and a small heater to drive away even the smallest of chill. No, he does not hate these children.}

I am cautious - as we all should be - but I am not blind to goodwill.

[ 'Their tongue' has his pale eyes flick up, widening just a little in surprise. ]

Do you know it? I would be glad to call them properly by name. [ There is a hint of awe in his tone. Of respect.

The clear care Thranduil has taken for the eggs is just another point in his favor. ]

Mm. Would that more people felt the same.

{There is a secretive smile at the inquiry, but Wangji's enthusiasm convinces him to be forthcoming.}

I do. {The voice of a rabbit is soft and he looks forward to listening to the children in Wangji's arms.} Allow me to see them in person and I will tell you.

{It's rude to ask for a name at a distance!}

Men are rash.

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