“I would call you a dwarf... but you are far too small. Though, you do smell of dirt and filth...” x.com/derelictapieta…

— Just for clarification, My Thranduil is very cold, and says what he feels. He has no filter. If you have any issues please feel free to approach me. —

“I have much more -important- matters to attend to than worrying of such trivial things. Hobbit... Dwarf, I’d rather not waste my time.” x.com/derelictapieta…

A thick brow raised ever so slowly. The nerve on this creature to speak to a king so callously... “I would hold your tongue, unless you would rather I cut it from you?” x.com/derelictapieta…

— I’m very rusty. Give me time and I’ll be more like him. :) — x.com/derelictapieta…

“A question that could earn you a residence in the cells beneath my feet... That I would be more than happy to provide you with.” The elegant features of the elf briefly contorted into a sneer of disapproval before relaxing. x.com/derelictapieta…

❝ You think me a king without mercy? ❞

The icy blues of his eyes scanned over her, a disapproving squint creased the corners of his eyes as his disregarded her request. “How is it, a -creature- such as yourself found your way into my kingdom without a pair of matching shackles?” x.com/derelictapieta…

“I smelly the disgusting, musty smell of dirt and grime... Where is the dwarf...”

— Thranduil might be in a particularly sour mood. —

“...Dwarves...” Suddenly his attention waned from the plaything before him and a rather distasteful flavour tainted his mouth. “There are -dwarves- in my kingdom... Perhaps you’re no longer my concern.” x.com/derelictapieta…

Without a word, the king glanced towards a guard and dismissively waved his hand from beneath the cover of his lavish robes. “I would rather check for myself, than rely on the words of a... -Hobbit-. Which seems to be full of tall tails and white lies...” x.com/derelictapieta…

“Why would I dare share any of that information with you? Do you think I’m a fool?” His tone dropped as a sinister smirk pulled to one corner of his mouth. He did indeed have plans, should his men come across an unwanted intruder. Plans that Thranduil would attend to personally x.com/derelictapieta…

— I apologize for my lack of replies. I will be trying to work through them this evening now that I have some time to finally relax. Stay tuned. —

— Oh, looks like Thranduil is a Little Acron, according to @DerelictaPietas. Don’t tell him that. He’ll strongly deny it! (But thank you!) —

~:~ Writer's Note: Thanduil, as I have chosen to write him, is cold / distant. He has a frozen demeanour much like hoarfrost on a tree. -

- Be forewarned, that he will not likely welcome outsiders with open arms, and will be reserved in his observations. This is the -

- way character will be written, but the writer is the precise opposite. If you would be interested in interacting with Thranduil, -

- by all means feel free to get in contact. ~:~