[His gaze focuses up on the ceiling. Thranduil speaks of scars being of strength and endurance. He knows that the deadly looking stab to his gut could be considered that. The one across his back one as well. But the rest of these? The one around his neck and the ones that look like his body simply exploded from the inside out?]

These paint the tail of a man who was not strong enough and could not endure. A man who lost himself and his life because of it.

[His eyes close then and he settles to let his friend continue, trying not to dwell on all his faults. All his failures.]