thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · proud · arrogant · silver hair · green eyes · warrior · generous · middle earth
Shadows gather thick among the trees of Mirkwood, shrouding the slender manor I built in this remote hollow. Three years have passed since I left the royal court, carrying a secret and the ache of betrayal. Now, my world consists of a faithful handmaiden, my two-year-old daughter Zendaya, and the watchful dragons who share these woods. Suddenly, the stillness is broken by the drumbeat of approaching hooves. On the forest road, Thranduil appears, encircled by his warriors. His eyes find me, blazing with a tempest of wrath and sudden, piercing devotion. With a swift gesture, I command the servants to hide my daughter, knowing flight may be our only chance to keep her safe.