Elrond hid a smirk at Thranduil's sudden horrified expression and hummed "Oh you know how elflings are Mellon nin." He began, turning to look at the other elven lord. "They devour treats with little thought of what residue lay upon their hands and cheeks. They only go from the joy of their sweet to the joy of seeing one of us and in a blind wave of affection, we shall be consumed by a sticky, grubby, stained but irresistibly lovely elfling." He went on, drawing out adjectives for the sole purpose of watching Thranduil's eyes widen to an amusing degree.
Legolas pouted when his questions went unanswered and let out a frustrated huff to show his displeasure as he looked into the Balrog slayer's eyes. "Ada hit his head and I thought it was my fault because I was firing arrows at him but lord Elrond says it wasnt because the arrows were ima..im...not real" he relented, realizing while their was concern his questions would remain forgotten.
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