He inspected his hand, front and back, and found it to his satisfaction, the glamour shivering into place once more. Thranduil appreciated Solas' politeness, and spoke as he returned his hand to his glove. For some odd reason, it was colder here, despite the level of the snow not seeming quite as high as that in his lands, nor the wind any sharper.

"You have my thanks. You are a healer? This affliction- what is it, and why does it possess power?"

For his knowledge, and for protection of his son, also wounded so.