Watching his elves, march past him. Thranduil turned to face Bard. "The Heirlooms of my people, are not likely forsaken." he spoke, before he rose an eyebrow. "You would try and reason with the Dwarf?" That idea surprised and intrigued him at the same time. "Very well, try what you can." The Elvenking Agreed. If this did not work...there'd be war. "Guard...give the Bargeman a horse." he commanded.

One of the Elven Soldiers nodded. "Yes, your majesty." he bowed before his King. Before leading a white Stallion towards Bard.