Thranduil muttering under his breath: Remember: we are here to forge goodwill and diplomatic trust. No sarcasm. No chaos.
Galion straight-faced: So… lie.
Legolas grinning: Extensively.
Thranduil sighing: Why do I bring either of you?
Galion: You like flair and backup commentary.
Legolas: And I’m your little leaf. You wouldn't leave me!
Thranduil muttering: I won't hesitate to fire you.
Elrond: Thranduil! Welcome. Your reputation precedes you.
Thranduil bowing with just the right amount of smug: I do try to arrive at least ten minutes after it.
Galion under his breath: Usually with better posture than this.
Thranduil: Galion.
Legolas eyeing the decorative fruit platter on the table: Is that… pomegranate? I thought this was a formal occasion.
Galion sniffs a fig suspiciously: This looks like it fought back.
Thranduil through clenched teeth, smiling at the Elrond: Forgive my companions. They’ve never seen fruit arranged diplomatically.
Elrond slightly confused: It's a symbol of abundance.
Galion: Abundant bruising, perhaps.
Legolas: Shall I duel it, or just glare at it until it surrenders?
Thranduil glaring at both of them: If either of you so much as sneeze in the direction of that fruit, I will assign you both to border patrol. In the rain. Without cloaks.
Elrond smiling a little too politely: You certainly bring a… spirited entourage.
Galion: We prefer the term “charmingly inconvenient.”
Legolas: Or “elvishly unpredictable.”
Thranduil: I’m changing both your titles to “Perpetual Embarrassment.”
Galion: Sounds like a noble house.
Legolas: Can I be heir?
Thranduil turns to the Elrond: I’m terribly sorry. I promise, we are technically a functioning government.
Elrond laughing: On the contrary—this is the most entertaining diplomatic visit we’ve ever had.
Galion: See, my lord? We’re not chaotic.
Legolas: We’re just… impactful.
