If Bard stood a little stiffer…it would only be noticed due to the keener perception of the elves.
For the hobbit’s sake, he hoped he’d run off quickly enough.
“I am not a fool of a man who would keep the great Elvenking from inspecting his wine.”
A wide gesture with his arm towards the barrels,—
˗⤷ ゛⪼𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃̗̀➛ˎˊ˗
"So it has been said." Thranduil interjects though his wandering gaze soon would fall upon Bard's own. That cool, stern stare like frost in the dead of winter – sharp as the blades carried by his armoured men. & If just as lethal ...
"But we live in a time of both greed and trickery." ++
“You’ll find no disappointment here, only I hope nothing ill has come of Galion.”
The elven soldiers Bard gave a sidelong glance, and a faint dip of his head.
As the Elvenking came to inspect his barge, the man straightened, though his face revealed nothing of guilt nor implication.
That hobbit—
❀˖° — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋.
˗⤷ ゛⪼𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃̗̀➛ˎˊ˗
"Then I should only be so sorry to disappoint with my presence." Thranduil said with a hint of sarcastic mischief in his tone.
Accompanying the Elvenking came a row of soldiers, standing firm & ready come the need for any lethal force. Thranduil would usher a hand towards them, bidding their
❀˖° — 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐈𝐋.
The barge pulled in, guided from the Forest River to dock past a gate that had opened for it, somewhere beneath the Elvenking’s halls meant for shipments of wine.
Bard had soon spotted that it was not the usual elf face awaiting him, but one adorned with long platinum hair and dramatic robes.
The—
˗⤷ ゛⪼𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃̗̀➛ˎˊ˗
The king had been expecting a rather important shipment that fine morning. His most cherished, most beloved Dorwinion wine ... For there was nothing so quite as potent for elves, especially a Sindarin with such refined taste.
It were Galion the butler who were meant to oversee that it go ++
