[ It would be a feat to ignore the commotion, even more so when his gaze rests on the stranger's face and, well. That's that, he has to go over. He has seen Elladan and Elrohir together and they are truly indistinguishable from one another, yet the differences between himself and the man with his own countenance are striking. He appears ill, as Thranduil has never been, disorientated, angered like an animal backed into its den with nowhere to go. The short dark hair and thinner build are secondary to his notice, mere sands underneath breaking waves of fright that are prone to the eddies of emotion and common sickness.
When the man stands and knocks his cup aside, Thranduil comes upon him from a safe distance, leaving him the table as a barrier he will not pass that allows the unsettled man a meagre barrier. He doesn't wish to scare him further, but Thranduil is fascinated. His own voice is lower than Roy's with an enduring cadence, his eyes a bright grey by contrast. ]
You did not die. [ Easy enough to hear the hushed, anxious words and divine their meaning. ] Do not be alarmed.
i tried to resist, i really did
When the man stands and knocks his cup aside, Thranduil comes upon him from a safe distance, leaving him the table as a barrier he will not pass that allows the unsettled man a meagre barrier. He doesn't wish to scare him further, but Thranduil is fascinated. His own voice is lower than Roy's with an enduring cadence, his eyes a bright grey by contrast. ]
You did not die. [ Easy enough to hear the hushed, anxious words and divine their meaning. ] Do not be alarmed.