[ Fascinated by the ... no, not simple manners, the gentle dismissal of a title hard-won from battle and easily gained with a simple gesture of friendship and regret, Thranduil tilts his head curiously as he comes to a stop nearby with both hands clasped behind his back. ]
You speak as one wearied. [ Keen eyes have not failed to notice what Bilbo was doing, even from a distance and before their task halted. ] Does the locket trouble you so?
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You speak as one wearied. [ Keen eyes have not failed to notice what Bilbo was doing, even from a distance and before their task halted. ] Does the locket trouble you so?