Words stuck in Thranduil's throat and he had to swallow twice to get them unstuck. "That image will hasten my journey," he managed, though it was nothing like the words that he'd swallowed. "I should at least comb out my hair, else it will be unbearably frizzy. And who can take a card shark with frizzy hair seriously?" he quipped, the words light, in counterpoint to the longing in his heart.
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Date: 2015-05-04 03:42 am (UTC)