therookery | a friendly wager

FORM: Sending crystal as well as notices in the Tavern + Great Hall.
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: All the Inquisition!
WHAT: Thranduil issues a challenge.
WHEN: First of Bloomingtide, contest itself set on 8th Bloomingtide
WHERE: Skyhold.
NOTES: Possibly fixed contests, Thranduil trolling for allies. See notes!

[ thranduil sends his message later in the afternoon, his polite, deep voice precise and careful as he first greets, then settles down to the mear of the matter: ]

Good afternoon. I am Thranduil, a rifter, arrived last month. [ he pauses, to catch the attention of whomever might have their crystal nearby. ] I seek to return the hospitality shown to my son and I. I propose an archery contest, open to all residents of Skyhold. For the winner, fifty crowns. The next-best, twenty, and the third- ten.

[ where did he get the money? who knows shh. ]

Those interested should come to treeline in the valley on the eighth of Bloomingtide at noon.

[ he stops, as if he might be finished, but then: ]

And further, if anyone finds themselves able to beat my son, Legolas, I will offer them their choice of ring from my fingers. [ he sounds, already, terribly amused. ]

((ooc: SO this is mostly for thranduil and legolas to court allies. people are free to challenge him in an attempt to win a ring! but it is legolas shooting so. the money prizes will be rng'd.))

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[There's almost a hopeful note to his voice.]

This sounds like fun. If I'm allowed to participate? [There's a wavering note to his voice, as if he isn't quite sure he is, and almost like he might be talking to someone else, at the same time.]

All residents. Are you a resident?

[ it's impossible to miss that nervous edge in his tone, and thranduil responds with smoothness, a warmth in his tone. ]

Ah - I am, yes. Technically. I mean, I'm a Scout - still - so I guess that counts, right?

[There's a pause, a mumbled voice in the background, and then when Gavin speaks, it's with a smile behind it.]

Okay, good. Yes, I can come.

It counts. But, ser [ a mistranslation of whatever he was trying to say, thanks, thedas. ] why would you not be welcome?

Oh - I, ah, was only just released from prison and I - well I have to be on my best behaviour, you know. There's a lot of things I'm not allowed to do.

[Like be around Galadriel, for one.]

And I'm not a Ser. [A slightly nervous laugh.] I don't think an elf has ever been a Ser. Now that I think about it.

I see. And were you the one who so daringly attempted to free my cousin?

[ he sounds duly impressed. galadriel would never accept that sort of help, but that someone tried at all! ]

The word I would use does not have a ... sister, in this tongue, so I am afraid I am left to use 'ser' or nothing at all. And someone who showed such kindness to my family is certainly deserving of some respect.

[Cousin? There's a stunned pause, and then:] I -- you're Galadriel's cousin? I-- I would not say 'daringly', exactly, so much as pathetically and miserably... [He trails off, clears his throat and then obviously is trying to smile through the next bit:] But, ah, I'll take whatever reputation I get, I guess.

You can just call me Gavin. You don't need a title, it's fine. [There's some elvish ones, terms of endearment, but.]

By marriage. [ he's clearly condensed the explanation before, so it flows easily: ] Her husband is the son of my father's brother. My grandfather's brother is also the father of her mother. Her granddaughter and I are also related by a grand-uncle, but that is far more complicated and difficult to explain without paper. Needless to say, we are family.

[ he'll still draw you the picture if asked. ]

Gavin, then. I look forward to thanking you in person for your efforts.

a friendly wager

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