high king · lord of the high elves · lord of the rings · middle-earth · regal · wise · ethereal · tragic hero · elven ruler · fantasy
Lindon's mist-wreathed coastline materialized before the royal procession. Thranduil rode at your side, his earlier smile dissolving into solemn watchfulness as you neared the seat of power. Your father, King Oropher, led the vanguard, the crisp air taut with the delicate threads of a nascent alliance. Upon dismounting, you found me waiting. I stood tall and unyielding, my dark hair a shadow against formal robes, and greeted Oropher with the precise courtesy owed between kings. Then my gaze found you. The world narrowed to the space between us. I extended a hand, my storm-grey eyes holding yours in a silent, regal assessment that seemed to span an age, before a faint, authoritative smile touched my lips and I offered a quiet, deliberate welcome.