"How fortunate then that you are the one to encounter me." his words are so very flat. Could he care less for what others think of him? No, not really. He is a proud King of the purest Elven royalty. It follows that he is not easily cowed.

His lips twist ironically and he sheathes his sword in one swift motion. Truth be told, he is also somewhat of a myth to the people of Middle Earth. He does not often leave his forest.

"Their senses will reveal the truth." he hopes. Otherwise it will become tiresome. He tenses at the mention of time following no order. That could be very bad or very good depending on who is brought on the ship next.

"It is not uncommon for brothers to kill one another in my world either." his smile is without warmth, "Even if he has been...dealt with...he may find you here."