Feb 5 2014, 2:55pm
Thranduil: I offer you my pants
Thorin (slight smile): I am listening
Elf guard: Say what you like about our ill-tempered king, but he has excellent taste in pants. Come Elros, try them.
….and later still
Bard: I know where these pants came from.
Thorin: What of it?
Bard: I don't know what business you had with the elves, but I don't think it ended well.
oh dear, we've got six inches of snow with ice on top - this could go on all day
(This post was edited by Elarie on Feb 5 2014, 2:59pm)