[ thranduil bids him enter without looking up, and only stands and leaves his desk once sorrel is inside and the door shut behind him. then, he comes to meet the younger elf. he offers no embrace, no salute, just looks him over, gathering what he needs from the hand of his clothes, the paper-thin skin under his eyes. ]

Sit by the fire, [ he instructs. ] Tea? Perhaps something from the kitchens? There was stout pies for lunch; I did not finish mine and cannot bear the waste.