"I feel like it would be more of a poor fortune for myself; stopping to help a poor soul, only to be killed. You would at least tout another victim." There is a strange ease to which he speaks of it, as it was not a thing he usually had to face. There was not as much reality to his words as there was for Bard. That was not to say that Thranduil did not have to kill, it was just not common. The blond hums at Bard's words, giving him another flash of a grin. "Fear not, as a single father of one of the most ostentatious and bullheaded young men, I do not feel that is a terrible trait."
In fact, Thranduil finds it interesting, that a man that clearly devoted so much time to his job, would also have three children. It was not easy, raising children without aid, it only added an extra layer to the whole thing. It also gave Thranduil something to think about; he was not a cruel man, not if he was given no reason to be and this revelation... well, it was something to be noted. The blond does not respond, just watches Bard with cool blue eyes and hums.
He is more than aware of Bard's eye on him as he stretches, makes to stand against his car in a way that he is sure shows off the lines of his legs. It was not often that Thranduil found people that engaged him in such a way; he would play while he could. For all he knew, this was the man assigned to dealing with his rapidly spreading empire in this area and, well, no good could come of that. When Bard's eye catch his own, briefly, Thranduil's lips quirk, parting quickly to allow his tongue to dark out for no reason other than he wished to taunt.
"Is it worth it? You certainly have me believing that one, captain. Though, I feel as if you might look spectacular in any lighting, if this street light is anything to go by." He smirks again, pushing himself off the car as Bard leans in to grab the suitcase, leaning perhaps a bit more than he has to, laughter caught on his tongue. "And this is where I make notes about your ability to manipulate firearms, isn't it? I mean, you must have quite steady hands..."
The laugh that tumbles from his lips is rich and dark, and not a common sound for him. But he doesn't mind it, the amusement genuine for once. "As for the gun, it does not bother me too much, my father was a hunter, they were common in my house growing up. " He was also rather proficient with one himself, though he did prefer baldes.
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Date: 2015-04-08 01:20 am (UTC)In fact, Thranduil finds it interesting, that a man that clearly devoted so much time to his job, would also have three children. It was not easy, raising children without aid, it only added an extra layer to the whole thing. It also gave Thranduil something to think about; he was not a cruel man, not if he was given no reason to be and this revelation... well, it was something to be noted. The blond does not respond, just watches Bard with cool blue eyes and hums.
He is more than aware of Bard's eye on him as he stretches, makes to stand against his car in a way that he is sure shows off the lines of his legs. It was not often that Thranduil found people that engaged him in such a way; he would play while he could. For all he knew, this was the man assigned to dealing with his rapidly spreading empire in this area and, well, no good could come of that. When Bard's eye catch his own, briefly, Thranduil's lips quirk, parting quickly to allow his tongue to dark out for no reason other than he wished to taunt.
"Is it worth it? You certainly have me believing that one, captain. Though, I feel as if you might look spectacular in any lighting, if this street light is anything to go by." He smirks again, pushing himself off the car as Bard leans in to grab the suitcase, leaning perhaps a bit more than he has to, laughter caught on his tongue. "And this is where I make notes about your ability to manipulate firearms, isn't it? I mean, you must have quite steady hands..."
The laugh that tumbles from his lips is rich and dark, and not a common sound for him. But he doesn't mind it, the amusement genuine for once. "As for the gun, it does not bother me too much, my father was a hunter, they were common in my house growing up. " He was also rather proficient with one himself, though he did prefer baldes.