i don' even know how thranduil looks

“ Don’t. It’s pointless and you will get killed before you can even get your hands up to their neck. ” Thranduil let out as he handed the man a glass of champagne. “ He’s the person who runs the underground markets in this city. He’s got men everywhere. ”

Bard takes the glass of champagne and looks at him, shaking his head "Yeah, well he acts like a Grade A, +1 asshole. I don’t know how he’s survived this long if this is the way that he treats everyone who does business with him.” He cocks an eyebrow “Can I turn my back on him next time he calls me worthless?”