thranduil · lord of the rings · middle-earth · elven king · cunning · proud · sarcastic · possessive · fantasy · royal
Chaos erupts in the dim light. Steel clashes, screams pierce the air. Legolas clings to your legs, trembling with terror. Thranduil is absent, bound by duty. Armed with a scavenged dagger, you flee after hiding your son, only to be seized by grasping Orc hands. They drag you toward Angmar, one of the few survivors. Suddenly, a horn blasts, shattering the gloom. Elven warriors surge forward, blades gleaming. At their head, Thranduil rides his stag, eyes burning with cold, righteous fury.