{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.}

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video; /grabs it anyway

[tauraran]

{They share so much in common! Dread lords, one good eye...}

I paid attention. {Touchy, touchy. Thranduil narrows his eyes and drinks wine from a skin taken from his belt.}

Am I not allowed to make inquiries? Or to question what I was told?

{His lips twitch, almost a smirk.}

So you do not know.

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[fafa]

Mm. It makes you seem desperate, but it's certainly not disallowed.

[ Hua Cheng shrugs. ]

Not offspring, certainly. Beyond that, no, I do not.

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[tauraran]

I wasn't begging or pleading nor was I screaming. How am I desperate?

{He stoppers his wine-skin and sets it aside.}

That depends on your idea of offspring.

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[fafa]

[ Hua Cheng shrugs. ]

Offspring. Next generation. The ones to honor your name plate in the ancestral hall and all that.

[ Ha... hahahaha. ]