Thranduil turned around ready to leave the room but Bard moved quick stopping him before he could reach the door. Thranduil tensed glancing at the hand wrapped around his forearm, Bard made a face of desperation glad the Prince was facing the other way.
“No, I don’t want to stop seeing you.” Bard hesitated letting go of Thranduil’s forearm. “I will keep my part of the bargain. But, I want you to consider my words, Thranduil.”
“There is nothing to consider, King Bard.” Thranduil tilted his head looking back at Bard. “I won’t be seeing you tonight, so don’t come looking after me.”