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Oh yes? Well... I suppose they are, at that, with the knives and the fire of the oven, but-- well--. I don't think that there are any dangers, that are not part of the battlefield you come from, are there...?

Well... yes... I suppose when you put it that way. Though on the battlefield no one particularly cares if I burn things. Apparently minor fires are frowned upon when baking cakes...

*The elven captain might be just a little singed....*

:: Tommy blinks at this young(-looking, at least) elven captain :: In-indeed... I mean to say, well. Fires used to bake the cake are just fine, really-- but--. Maybe not so much for the cakes themselves catching ablaze... :: He is struggling not to laugh at this unfortunate elf, even as he digs through his fridge for a salve for the burns (that is NOT butter, ta!) ::

*She looked annoyed, and might be pouting just a little. Tauriel did not like to fail at anything.*

I do not know why I bother. I have always been useless at such things.

Found your place at last, she-elf? [A sneer of a smile as the words slither out between his shining teeth.]

*Oh she was afraid, of course, but she was determined to mask her fear as much as she could. She remained calm, but alert, aware of the danger she was in at the moment.*

Only should my King wish for me to burn our Halls before you get the chance, dragon. I have no talent for such tasks.

[Smaug seems content for some suspicious reason. He knows his victory is sure, why not make use of this time to taunt those beneath him?]

Ah yes, your king...who hides in his hole in the ground. I may have heard of him.

*She frowned and bristled just a little. His taunt struck home, still... she had to admit there was some truth in that assessment.*

Perhaps he feels it is best to let dragons lie.

A wise decision perhaps. [Smaug slithers around to the other side of the room, claws ticking on the floor.] And one of a coward. How the mighty elves have fallen. [Yeah, he's pushing buttons and having fun doing it.]

*Her eyes followed him, but she made no movement at all.*

And why bother to taunt one so low as I? Is it that you have grown bored?

[His yellow eyes narrow in anger with a snarl.]

You have a better suggestion? [Or should he leave and start burning Laketown now?]

You have dominated these lands for years, I imagine that would grow quite tedious. I would desire a new challenge, but perhaps you are content.

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Content?! [He bellows, charging around angrily.] I have known someone would come for Erebor but they shall not have it. Not one rock, not one gold piece!

[His eye stopping near her face.] And a single barrel rider [he spats out the name in disgust] will not stop me nor will a she-elf. Or those miserable people in Laketown with their black arrows and their barges!

*Oh he was terrifying to be sure, but still, she did not flinch.*

And why would I wish to take Erebor? I have no desire for Mountain Halls, nor gold. I am a Wood-elf, not some greedy little dwarf.

[Hm, interesting.]

You would not defend these men?

[Smaug flicks over a pot with a claw, just to be more obnoxious. Oops.]

"Well, yes, in-indeed, I can see that..." Tommy remarked with the smallest of smiles, no longer able to bite it back, now he'd actually found the salve he was searching for. "I mean-- honestly-- I didn't need cake anyway! I haven't even eaten supper yet, after all!" He offered the salve out to the elf, hoping she'd know just what it was for, and thus save him the trouble of being forced to touch something as ethereally beautiful as she was, in his simple little Man's eyes, at least...

She gave him just a hint of a smile, and took the salve with a nod in thanks.

"Well, I certainly hope you do not expect me to cook an entire meal. If I cause a minor fire with cakes, I believe I will cause quite the inferno if I attempt a supper."

*Oh she would defend them, particularly one dwarf that she was rather fond of.... but she was not about tell Smaug that.*

Have you not already said that we elves hide in our halls? Why would we defend dwarves and men?

Yes. Hide away till the sea calls you home...and the world has no more use for you.

[ooc: Aaaaand the mun just creeped out herself, thanks alot Smaug]

Not your fight. What is the life of a dwarf to you? [Besides, he's just about to take care of Kili anyway...]

Exactly. And what challenge is a filthy little dwarf for you? Though I suppose at your great age, more difficult prey would be too much...

*Was mocking a dragon wise? Probably not.... but Silvan elves were never known for their wisdom...*

((OOC: Oooh SNAP! Nice thread. Tauriel will be most upset if you roast her dwarf.... was that a hint to jump in? I don't want to push in....))

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"Oh, no, no, of course not!" The man gawped openly at the very idea of forcing this elven captain of the guard, into cooking him a meal. "Non, I can always order in something or other-- perhaps some Chinese food tonight? Have you ever eaten Chinese before?-- and pay for it, easily enough, if I cannot use the kitchen myself-- which I usually cannot, given that I was never taught how to cook, myself..." He offers the elf a sheepish smile as he adds, "I meant to say-- well--. I don't think that my gender had anything to do with it, but-- merely my intelligence, which always overwhelmed my mother--. In that I constantly was underfoot asking her about the various measurements she was doing for her baking and-- such as..."

I doubt there is such a category of difficult. There is only prey.

[ooc: he could use a rescue if she's wanting to jump in with a distraction or helping hand....let's be honest, the mun really doesn't want to roast him. :)]

"Do you always ramble on so?" Tauriel arched an eyebrow at him, looking amused.

"And no, I have not had "Chinese food". I am not sure what that is, exactly. Though I am not particularly hungry."

Elves did not require much food.

She then tilted her head to the side, studying him. "You do not remember me, do you?"

((OOC: Building off the old cute thread where she was a little elf.... if that's ok?))

As I said, you are content.

((OOC: No roasting Kili! Mun is typing!! ACK! Kilikabobs are bad Smaug! And not tasty!!!))

[ooc: dunno, he might be tasty...little bit of garlic...or athelas?]

I will not be content. Not while there are creatures who oppose me.