[ the griffons are beautiful creatures, but he drops the glamour and approaches merrill first; smiles at her as he fades into existence. thranduil clasps her hands in his, kisses her cheeks, and then steps back. ]
Good evening, my lady. [ he'll observe politeness- this is not the end of everything, even if it feels like it. the griffon gets a nod, too. they're the sort of creature that thranduil frequently reminds himself that he ought to be grateful is on their side, even if he won't risk touching one. ]
What did you see? [ perhaps he's spared a thought for flight, for flying, but merrill-- merrill is suited to it. born for it. ]
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Good evening, my lady. [ he'll observe politeness- this is not the end of everything, even if it feels like it. the griffon gets a nod, too. they're the sort of creature that thranduil frequently reminds himself that he ought to be grateful is on their side, even if he won't risk touching one. ]
What did you see? [ perhaps he's spared a thought for flight, for flying, but merrill-- merrill is suited to it. born for it. ]