{Video; UN: elvenking}
Jul. 2nd, 2020 07:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
{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.}
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.}