hmm m.. ..... .             .

     god . can he sound edgier than a sophomore in highschool who’d discovered nu - metal for the first time .     “     uh huh . boy you sure can be spooky when you want to be .     “

        His mouth opens, shuts again, and he smiles instead of saying anything and steps inside. Far enough that the door can close behind him. A slow scan of the penthouse as if he hasn’t been there dozens of times. He should go first. Say something. Something… profound. An apology. Theron knows they don’t come easy or often from him. Instead, Rig licks his lips, clucks his tongue, and keeps his voice hushed in reverence of Leo.

        “ So. We should talk, yeah? ” 

        Stupid. Of course they do. Huffing a small laugh, he gestures toward the kitchen but his eyes remain fixed on Theron. “ Can we sit, have a drink? ” Immediately he realizes his mistake and corrects himself. “ Water will do. Nice cuppa tea, if you got it. I’m tryin’ to cut back on the booze. ”

   “ Stranger, you are much too far from home. ”  Lindalambë was not a language made expressly for peace, but the Teleri were not known for their wars. They were recognized for their song. As such, the words for what Thranduil smells on this one’s skin churn about in his mouth with a cadence much too summer - sent for the circumstances. Wilderness brings out his mothertongue, but he has a feeling he shall be understood.  “ The sea is west of here. ” 

     ah , and it is alight in the meat at spasm beneath the false flesh with impulse , turns the talon - ed toes to flex preparatory upon these stately floors , and rollick in the invitation , blind or heedless of the slight , and insipid chide as he may have been at first inclination . the motion takes it’s steps , but amias , does not , at nothing more than an idle sway . the croon of slender , and silent fingers has excited him . it is not for him to deny . nor would he . it has been quite the proclamation , that his intentions are quite opposite . a moment , in this golden morning’s glow , he decides , will be had , to observe the fingers at call , and appraise . it passes . no . lessens . the nihter’s hush has elected a sibilant intonation .

     a incurvation to overtake the selection of his unearthly stride , he will not draw nearer deliberately , reasonably . amias gives pause , nearer still , wary as the creature was and reluctant , but not disinterested , to close the gap . the play will not leave his lips . what a handsome smile , it is .      “     if you try to kill me , they will never find you .     “

   “ I imagine your ego would never leave some small piece of my body without the light, ”  comes his counter, unmoved by the threat, undaunted. And he would not be given over to death this eve, nor any soon after. To see such a thing to fruition, however, Amias must come closer.  “ Perhaps I should be flattered you think danger of me ------ though it plies your sanity, young thing, to boast and war against a proposal of your make. ” 

   It has been some time since last he has seen an Asgardian —— but time was a fickle beast, and he knows their kind. See it done, is the advice of the past, and Thranduil listens to them, but looks forward.  “ … Welcome. What now can be done for the Realm Eternal ? ”