[Which is to say: he literally cannot get into all his pockets right now and who even knows what his coat has been marinaded in.]
It's a tree. People piss on them. I've punched them. Why d'you ask trees permission, s'not like people even ask other people permission. [Or maybe it's just like Thranduil doing work that's not being official and important and swanning about. So he skirts about the fire because, no, seriously, he possibly is flammable if he sniffs himself, and tries to weigh it against say, Einar lifting a finger to pay Yngvi a kindness which is the way the scales would balance themselves out.]
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[Which is to say: he literally cannot get into all his pockets right now and who even knows what his coat has been marinaded in.]
It's a tree. People piss on them. I've punched them. Why d'you ask trees permission, s'not like people even ask other people permission. [Or maybe it's just like Thranduil doing work that's not being official and important and swanning about. So he skirts about the fire because, no, seriously, he possibly is flammable if he sniffs himself, and tries to weigh it against say, Einar lifting a finger to pay Yngvi a kindness which is the way the scales would balance themselves out.]