Disclaimer: Tolkien’s ‘man of many parts’ ...Kortirion just likes playing with him.
“Master Elrond? Lets his emotions rule his senses! Why else would he give credence to this... fatherless brat – last son of a ragged house! He’ll come to nothing more than any other tinker’s whelp!”
Saruman turned abruptly, his very robes hissing disapproval as they swept the chamber’s floor. He paced, barely concealing his contempt. King Thranduil remained seated, silent, considering...
‘...Elrond never forgot his blood... Nor let others forget, it was he at Gil-galad’s side, he who received his gift... and yet...’
“Tinker’s whelp or not, he will have my protection also.”
Saruman masked outrage with a slight, stiff bow.