There was little reason for the head of Mirkwood to be out and about on his own, but wafter the falling out he had had with his son (one of many, though they both knew they were naught but small tiffs between family) Thranduil found that he need the air. Which is what leads him to driving about the city almost aimlessly in his absurdly expensive car.

Yes, it might pay to not be quite so ostentatious, but there were things in life that Thranduil enjoyed, and looking good on all accounts was one of them. The suit only added to it, along with the simple, but expensive, jewelry that adorned his wrists and fingers. There was power in his image, and Thranduil was more than aware of that. He was sure that there were a great many of those who tried to oppose him (more in the underworld than the legitimate) that were easily cowed by him and him alone. The family that he had to back him up was just extra. He was a man of power, a man who made sure you knew he was powerful and dangerously so, despite the long lines, blond hair and sharp blue eyes that might be seen as less than intimidating.

Thranduil is caught up in the words he had exchanged with Legolas, miscommunications that stemmed from his son wishing to be more proactive in the eradication of other groups, where as Thranduil did not like to put the lives of his own at risk unnecessarily. It is not until he is nearly driving into the other car that he truly becomes aware of the broken down car in the middle of the road.

Slowing down, Thranduil pulls up beside the car, face amused to see one whom he knew to be of the police force standing at the open hood of the car. “It is a terrible time to break down, there are very few who use this road.” And yet, here he is. Bright blue eyes take the other in, cool arrogance in his tone and posture.