Bushy brows that had gone nearly silver over the last year lowered dangerously. By Mahal! He'd recognized that golden hair! But the laughter was like a crystal bell. Thranduil's, he remembered, was a deep chime. And those blue eyes - not green - held no guile.
He met Gimli's wary gaze and smiled cautiously. Dwarven hospitality could better Elven hospitality any day.
He could do this...
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