A loose light cyan robe completely shrouded the man in shadow. The stains and scratches on the fabric indicated that the journey was not easy for the visitor. Only a strand of blonde hair slipped out from the edge of the hood.
Thranduil didn't move at all, looking at the strange visitor as if he were a piece of merchandise. "Elrond, I'm sorry." He toasted, "I'm not interested in girls."
There must be these black transactions in his industry, but it is not his turn to condescend to find goods.
"He is not a commodity." Elrond slowly leaned over to greet him, "I am just sending you your heir."