[Thranduil had long been waiting for this moment. He sat upon his throne, perfectly still, but no less eager to see his child returned home from so far afield... Even if word had come that an unexpected guest was to arrive.
And when they finally reached his throne room, Thranduil stood gracefully, placing his hand over his heart as he inclined his head to his son.] Mae tollen na mar, guren linna le cened.
[Those words were meant for his son only, to the dwarf he straightened up standing tall and merely nodded as he spoke:]
Welcome to the halls of the Woodland Realm, may no troubles find you here.
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And when they finally reached his throne room, Thranduil stood gracefully, placing his hand over his heart as he inclined his head to his son.]
Mae tollen na mar, guren linna le cened.
[Those words were meant for his son only, to the dwarf he straightened up standing tall and merely nodded as he spoke:]
Welcome to the halls of the Woodland Realm, may no troubles find you here.