{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]

[ '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.