When he recounts this tale to the Outsider later, he won't be believed.
It's quite an entrance, and the showman/diplomat in Thranduil is suitably impressed, approximately until the dwarf- of course it's a dwarf- tumbles head over heels. He's left with questions, namely about the nugs, and how one might train nugs, and how the nugs knew how to get here- but charity overrides it, and he makes it down the last few steps from the battlements to watch from a safe distance of perhaps two meters.
"My friend," he says, in a voice not dissimilar to one Yngvi might have heard over his crystal. "-would you like some aid?"
He has his expression quite well in hand, considering.
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When he recounts this tale to the Outsider later, he won't be believed.
It's quite an entrance, and the showman/diplomat in Thranduil is suitably impressed, approximately until the dwarf- of course it's a dwarf- tumbles head over heels. He's left with questions, namely about the nugs, and how one might train nugs, and how the nugs knew how to get here- but charity overrides it, and he makes it down the last few steps from the battlements to watch from a safe distance of perhaps two meters.
"My friend," he says, in a voice not dissimilar to one Yngvi might have heard over his crystal. "-would you like some aid?"
He has his expression quite well in hand, considering.