{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

oops that should have been centuries but I'm sure he'd react the same

[spacegoat]

Why is that, hm? You are very handsome, I am being sure that many people can see that.

[ She gives him a little wink, enjoying a bit of flirting now and then, even if he might not be interested. It was just fun to do! ]

Have you been studying the people here and learned?

Pretty much. o__o Old Elves, right?

[tauraran]

I fear I might be more intimidating than beautiful. {Which is how he prefers it, actually. His reputation is no accident.

She is cute and he doesn't mind the flirting in the slightest.}

I have. I believe I can tell the natives from those like us. What intrigues me is that they too are varied.

yyyyep. Their leader is like 25.000

[spacegoat]

Intimidating? Not in the bad way. A king, yes, it is a little serious to be polite, but you are not so cold as you try to seem, no?

[ She smiles again, tail swishing a bit on her bed behind her. ]

...and I am agreeing with you on that. The prismals, they seem to mix their appearance a lot. Some, it might even the technology that makes them look different. Very unusual.