At those words, Thranduil cannot quite help the incredulous look that passes across his face. It is not a common thing, for people to be quite so open with him. Even when they did not know him, or what he was, there was always a level of intimidation that he held over others. It seemed as if such a thing did not affect Bard. Or, if it did, the man was far braver than most. It was a good thing, to Thranduil. Intriguing at the very least, adding one more layer to all of-- whatever this was. He lets his lips quirk into a small smile. "Is that so? You might be on a side with very few with that idea. And it only proves you are... durable."
Blue eyes track the slow fall of tousled brown hair as more escapes from the band holding them back from Bard's face. The blond in a bit entranced, finding the simple action oddly enrapturing. Perhaps that was just this man before him then, and not the action at all. Either way, it made him feel all the more confident in his somewhat reckless flirting. It had been far too long since he had indulged himself in such a thing.
"Is that so? Well you keep making this better and better, captain. Soon you shall tell me of your boyhood skill with knots, and then how shall I resist?" The smirk blooms across Thranduil's face, all silent promises and laviciousness. He cared little if this man were technically an enemy; Thranduil was finding it incredibly difficult to keep that bit in mind. Especially with such a voice rippling down his spine.
At the other's question, Thranduil throws him a coy look. "Why would I spoil the surprise? My talents should be discovered, not spoken of."
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Date: 2015-04-08 10:20 pm (UTC)Blue eyes track the slow fall of tousled brown hair as more escapes from the band holding them back from Bard's face. The blond in a bit entranced, finding the simple action oddly enrapturing. Perhaps that was just this man before him then, and not the action at all. Either way, it made him feel all the more confident in his somewhat reckless flirting. It had been far too long since he had indulged himself in such a thing.
"Is that so? Well you keep making this better and better, captain. Soon you shall tell me of your boyhood skill with knots, and then how shall I resist?" The smirk blooms across Thranduil's face, all silent promises and laviciousness. He cared little if this man were technically an enemy; Thranduil was finding it incredibly difficult to keep that bit in mind. Especially with such a voice rippling down his spine.
At the other's question, Thranduil throws him a coy look. "Why would I spoil the surprise? My talents should be discovered, not spoken of."