Thranduil doesn't need to lean in to pitch his voice low. "I do not like being lied to, friend."
Sabine's doing a lovely job of stripping him of whatever sharp things he intended on hiding away, and Thranduil feels much safer once she's done her job, but he keeps dandelion pressed again the wall, minding that he doesn't try and yank his arms free of Thranduil's grip. The little vial makes his eyes narrow, and he has a question or two, but at the sound of footsteps he looks in that direction.
His mouth is in a hard line until Beleth also appears, for whom he summons a smile.
"Good evening." Thranduil inclines his head in the direction of the young male. "Merely a friendly discussion. Nothing a shemlen would need to be concerned with."
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Sabine's doing a lovely job of stripping him of whatever sharp things he intended on hiding away, and Thranduil feels much safer once she's done her job, but he keeps dandelion pressed again the wall, minding that he doesn't try and yank his arms free of Thranduil's grip. The little vial makes his eyes narrow, and he has a question or two, but at the sound of footsteps he looks in that direction.
His mouth is in a hard line until Beleth also appears, for whom he summons a smile.
"Good evening." Thranduil inclines his head in the direction of the young male. "Merely a friendly discussion. Nothing a shemlen would need to be concerned with."