ethuirina:

          “I believe it might,” Thranduil smirks softly, “for you were able to defeat a foe that even great noble Elves have fallen to. Dale must be eternally grateful to have you as their king.”

“High praise from one such as you,” Bard spoke, pouring the pair of them a glass of wine. “But I could not have done so without the aid of many, the heavy burden of ancestral legacy, and the true flight of one black arrow. Truly, Thranduil Elvenking; so much of it was sheer luck. And I did not stand alone in this victory. I am but grateful the nightmare has finally come to an end.”