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Elrond always knew how to speak fiercely when he wished to. The normally easy going and kind Commissioner knew things needed to get done. But Bard felt like the pressure fell heaviest on his precinct if only because they had the best standing record of cases closed and arrests made. At least… until the new family moved into his part of the city… and now he realized why other precincts were having so many problems.

Rubbing at his temples, most of his day detectives were gone. All but Haldir left to catch their breath after the long lecture they’d received. Even he was feeling a little beat down after that. Which led him to pack it up for the night and approach his head detective. “Really Haldir… there is nothing we can get done tonight. Go home…”

“I have work to do, all due respect, sir.” The blonde didn’t even look up at him.

Bard let out a long sigh before arching a brow. “Well, I have kids to collect… so I should…”

“You realize it is after midnight, correct?” Haldir lifted a brow at him as he finally looked up. Bard shifted and rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh. “I’m sure you will feel better checking on them if nothing else.”

“I would.” Bard smiled at the understanding then nodded. “Good night.”

Haldir gave a slight wave and added. “If you see my partner, tell her I expect her hear early in the morning.”

Bard couldn’t help but laugh. “Of course. I’m sure she already knows.” Moving out of the precinct, he headed to his car for the ride home. He lived simply and spent most of his money on his kids. So that meant the best working car was given to Sigrid to get her and her siblings to and from school… so when his car died with a clattering thunk at the stop light, he dropped his head to the steering wheel.

Counting to five, he took a deep breath, then went out into the cold to open the hood of the car. Hopefully it would be something he could easily fix and head on his way.

Date: 2015-04-08 01:20 am (UTC)
thorencalenaran: (in these bones)
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"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.

Date: 2015-04-08 10:20 pm (UTC)
thorencalenaran: (king of the woodland realm)
From: [personal profile] thorencalenaran
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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