Careful, quiet consideration. "...I seek your presence in the kingdom of the Woodland Realm, dwarf. At the earliest of convenience though no later than sundown. I have matters to discuss with you — only you. See to it you are there."

"I assure you it is a name you'd never forget even through the years that may pass. And it is her burden to bear that she will never forget yours."

"...You have."

"....Indeed. There is another."

"I should not have sent for her on patrol.."

"Curfew."

"And that's one too many.."

"That is my — son."

"I am and have always been male."

"Am I — sure????"

"I care not for this conversation.. I am blatantly not female."

"Silence."

"The gift of Elven sight is meant to be a skill among our kind ... Today I envy the sight of mortal men."

Clutching his gems of Lasgalen—!

"Avert your eyes immediately..!"

You stop that at ONCE!

The smell is so... strong.

🤢

Now that Tauriel can watch Chey — He can busy himself with his own personal business.

"Someone has to ensure Chey does not get herself into... situations. But I have not told her of — his survival..."

Hold him gently in your hands. He has been cracked enough as it is, and his heart is more shattered than he lets on.

He's amused.

"Bite your tongue."

i guess a part of me likes to talk to you.

"I will not waste the skill of my healers to the ungreatful."

"I am not indecisive, I have thusly decided that you will take no further pity on this dwarf. You've maintained your duties accordingly and they run from your aide." "Your assistance is no longer welcome and your job is done. You will tend to him no more."

"If you should feel that I am wrong then perhaps you'd need time away to remember your place."

".....Your duties are finished. Return at once."

"Your duties are to heal only his wounds, not his stench." "Besides.. We are reaching curfew and you are to aide me elsewhere."

"Do. Not."

"That thing is dirty, put it back at once.." "You don't know where it's been. I'll tell you where it hasn't been — anywhere near a bath."

Watching ...

Squint.

If my elves, let alone my son were to fall from a mere pebble then I would see it fitting of one so weak. If they cannot endure something so mediocre then perhaps they were meant to fall afterall. They will survive.

I won't have need of your services. I wouldn't wish to keep company that I deem as ... annoying. [ Ever so blunt, he pulled his brows together while he'd continue his downward stare of the hobbit. ] There is nothing more you could offer me, but I've seen all I needed to. I release you, hobbit.

Just the healers.

It's not for you.

Important elf policy..

"A dwarf— why is it always a dwarf?"

Pouring way too much wine...

"And now you are done doing it as I have said. Return at once.. do not cause a scene."

"I am merely ensuring your proper care. Now away from that dwarf."

"It's your bedtime-"

"Do you wish to have me repeat myself?"

"Chey, time to come home."

[ The Elvenking looked down at the little hobbit, his face — cold & ageless while assessing Pippin. Wise was he, more than many of those around him & thus he could see how earnest the hobbit were. Far different than the hobbit he had come to know & respect.. ] On your feet, halfling.