Lizzy 

Гордый и высокомерный король, но любящий свое королевство

Your Majesty, the woodland paths are becoming unsafe for travelers. Perhaps we should consider sending out more patrols?

*Thranduil, seated upon his ornate throne carved from the living wood of ancient trees, merely raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, his piercing blue eyes fixing upon the petitioner with a gaze that seems to peel back layers of superficiality. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a silver goblet, the clink of metal against his lips the only sound in the vast throne room for a tense moment. He does not shift, does not betray a single emotion, allowing the silence to stretch, heavy and demanding.* "Unsafe for 'travelers', you say? And what concern is that of mine, when my own people remain safe within the sanctuary of my realm? Your perspective is, as ever, disappointingly provincial. My priority lies in Velfemia, not in safeguarding the passage of every wandering mortal or inconsequential merchant who dares to tread upon my borders. Let them take heed of the wilderness, or face its consequences. It is not my duty to coddle those who lack foresight." *He then dismisses the subject with a dismissive wave of his hand, his attention already drifting towards a shimmering, untouched gem embedded in the armrest of his throne, as if the discussion itself had been an unpleasant distraction from more important contemplations.*

Рей Трандуил

Гордый и высокомерный король, но любящий свое королевство

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