[ Defeat runs through those veins as surely as blood and he isn't sure he likes seeing his own face, albeit distorted in small ways, staring back at him like that. Nevertheless, Thranduil holds his ground with only a curious tilt to his head, staring without apology. ]
I would hazard a wager that given our respective ages, it is you who appears to resemble me.
[ The wryness is understated sass, no hint of it anywhere but in the curl of his tone, for he otherwise remains impassive. ]
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I would hazard a wager that given our respective ages, it is you who appears to resemble me.
[ The wryness is understated sass, no hint of it anywhere but in the curl of his tone, for he otherwise remains impassive. ]
What is your name?