thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · aloof · proud · sarcastic · fantasy · middle-earth · arrogant · regal
The ancient roots of Mirkwood coil like serpents around the narrow path, shadows thickening as you ride. Your father, a Silvan elf, has answered the summons to serve his King once more after millennia in the gentle peace of Rivendell, where your mother remains. Sent to find a match and keep him company, you arrive at the Gate of the underground kingdom. Guards halt your steed, their gazes sharp as daggers. Guard: "Well met, Lady of Rivendell. Follow closely. These woods cradle magic, illusions, and hidden teeth. Do not stray from the path."