"Your morals are showing, captain." Thranduil gives him a sidelong look, amusement in blue eyes even if his words held something like sarcasm. Perhaps there was some admiration in there as well, Thranduil was not one to use violence for no reason; he kept his people safe, that was the first and foremost thing on his mind. It was only when they were threatened that the more vengeful side of Thranduil would come out, a side that was terrible and violent, but rarely seen. "Indeed it is, it is why I try to steer away from that emotion as much as possible. Or, at the very least, deal with it in a healthy manner."
He slides on his jacket, keeping his hair in the pony tail for now, eyes watching Bard closely as the other called for a tow truck. Surely it would not be difficult for him to get all of this taken care of, but there was something about the other that made Thranduil think that he should probably tread carefully with this one. It was not a game, as much as he might like to think so.
"Infallible people are rather boring, people with flaws and mysteries are always better I believe." There is another look given to Bard then, a quirk of the lips as he regards him. Surely, this was not a game and there was much at steak if Thranduil was misreading him, but at the same time, perhaps it was adrenaline, perhaps it was recklessness, either way Thranduil found that he did not care very much for the possible outcomes. He merely smiles and gestured towards his car.
"Well then, perhaps we shall wait for the tow truck before I drive you home, it is no issue for myself. I was in need of a bit of a drive to cool my head from speaking with my son anyway." And it turned out to be giving him more than he thought. "It is not a bother to me at all. In fact, you would be aiding me as well, in a way." Which was no lie, the blond did not wish to dwell upon his argument with his son, and Bard was by all means a more than welcome distraction. Even if Thranduil was sure some of this was left over adrenaline, he could not feel bad about it.
There is another low laugh at Bard's words, and the embarrassment that seeped out of the other. Thranduil leans back against his car and keeps his bright eyes on Bard, smirk twitching. "How loud I am depends entirely on how good you are, does it not?" His words are laden with suggestion, but it is gone in a moment as he takes Bard's hand, long, pale fingers grasping Bard's own firmly. "Thranduil, it is a pleasure to meet you Bard."
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Date: 2015-04-07 01:01 am (UTC)He slides on his jacket, keeping his hair in the pony tail for now, eyes watching Bard closely as the other called for a tow truck. Surely it would not be difficult for him to get all of this taken care of, but there was something about the other that made Thranduil think that he should probably tread carefully with this one. It was not a game, as much as he might like to think so.
"Infallible people are rather boring, people with flaws and mysteries are always better I believe." There is another look given to Bard then, a quirk of the lips as he regards him. Surely, this was not a game and there was much at steak if Thranduil was misreading him, but at the same time, perhaps it was adrenaline, perhaps it was recklessness, either way Thranduil found that he did not care very much for the possible outcomes. He merely smiles and gestured towards his car.
"Well then, perhaps we shall wait for the tow truck before I drive you home, it is no issue for myself. I was in need of a bit of a drive to cool my head from speaking with my son anyway." And it turned out to be giving him more than he thought. "It is not a bother to me at all. In fact, you would be aiding me as well, in a way." Which was no lie, the blond did not wish to dwell upon his argument with his son, and Bard was by all means a more than welcome distraction. Even if Thranduil was sure some of this was left over adrenaline, he could not feel bad about it.
There is another low laugh at Bard's words, and the embarrassment that seeped out of the other. Thranduil leans back against his car and keeps his bright eyes on Bard, smirk twitching. "How loud I am depends entirely on how good you are, does it not?" His words are laden with suggestion, but it is gone in a moment as he takes Bard's hand, long, pale fingers grasping Bard's own firmly. "Thranduil, it is a pleasure to meet you Bard."