{Video; UN: elvenking}

[tauraran]

{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.}

Comments

[Video]

[gremlinkeeper]

[ 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.

[Video]

[tauraran]

{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.

[Video]

[gremlinkeeper]

[ '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.

[Video]

[tauraran]

{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.