Thranduil makes a low noise of amusement at that. It certainly was a dog eat dog world, which is why Thranduil made a point to be the biggest dog. And the one with the most money. "Indeed it is, which is why it is good to have teeth when need be." The blond doesn't look up from his work as he speaks, rather keeps his attention on the engine before him and processes the other's words. Perhaps it was a good thing that the other never got angry, or a terrible one. There was one less thing that Thranduil could fault him for, or use against him if the need arose. Not that the blond wished for it to come to that, but being in this line of work lead him to think a certain way, it was hard to think otherwise. "Anger is a blind emotion, not worth much if you cannot reign it in."
Blue eyes watch Bard out of the corner, tracking his movements and cataloguing the way he held himself. This was not an arrogant being, not one who thought himself above the law simply because he was part of it. It was interesting to Thranduil, because in all his years of less than nobel activity (and some nobel, but so many liked to forget about that) he had come across so very few like Bard. It was a nice change.
"Oh? I suppose it is not that dangerous out for you then." THranduil looks up, lips twitching as he leans against the hood of the car. "If you would like, I can give you a ride home, I did not plan on returning home for some time. Too much to think about I believe." Which is truth, it would also give Thranduil a wonderful reason to know where Bard lived. Not that he needed to know, of course. It was just... research. Yes. That was it.
It was somewhat of a surprise when Bard handed him a card, number scrawled on the back hastily. There was a twitch of a real smile on Thranduil's lips as he looked from the card back to Bard. There is a low laugh, a rare sound from him, at the other's words and when he speaks, Thranduil tries not to think of how low his voice has dropped. "If only more of the world would see an attempt at something so valiantly. Though coffee, or tea, would be lovely I think." Thranduil pocketed the card. "It would be nice to see your face without the poor lighting that the street has offered."
It was a bit more than what Thranduil would normally say, more than he would normally give, but there was something about Bard that made him wish to indulge. Pulling away from the car, Thranduil hums. "If only he would, alas, he is at that age where he knows everything there is to know." He moves towards his car. "Would you care for a ride? Once the tow truck has arrived?'
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Date: 2015-04-06 02:08 pm (UTC)Blue eyes watch Bard out of the corner, tracking his movements and cataloguing the way he held himself. This was not an arrogant being, not one who thought himself above the law simply because he was part of it. It was interesting to Thranduil, because in all his years of less than nobel activity (and some nobel, but so many liked to forget about that) he had come across so very few like Bard. It was a nice change.
"Oh? I suppose it is not that dangerous out for you then." THranduil looks up, lips twitching as he leans against the hood of the car. "If you would like, I can give you a ride home, I did not plan on returning home for some time. Too much to think about I believe." Which is truth, it would also give Thranduil a wonderful reason to know where Bard lived. Not that he needed to know, of course. It was just... research. Yes. That was it.
It was somewhat of a surprise when Bard handed him a card, number scrawled on the back hastily. There was a twitch of a real smile on Thranduil's lips as he looked from the card back to Bard. There is a low laugh, a rare sound from him, at the other's words and when he speaks, Thranduil tries not to think of how low his voice has dropped. "If only more of the world would see an attempt at something so valiantly. Though coffee, or tea, would be lovely I think." Thranduil pocketed the card. "It would be nice to see your face without the poor lighting that the street has offered."
It was a bit more than what Thranduil would normally say, more than he would normally give, but there was something about Bard that made him wish to indulge. Pulling away from the car, Thranduil hums. "If only he would, alas, he is at that age where he knows everything there is to know." He moves towards his car. "Would you care for a ride? Once the tow truck has arrived?'