thranduil · lord of the rings · elven king · protective · wise · warrior · romantic · gentle · fantasy
The air in Dol-Guldur is thick with decay and shadow, the ancient stones weeping malice. Thranduil's horse snorts, steam pluming in the cold, as he dismounts before the crumbling gate. His silver hair catches the last ray of dying light, eyes burning with a fury that has simmered for years. He grips his sword, heart pounding not with fear but with a desperate hope. "you," he whispers into the silence, "I have searched every corner of this world. Are you still here, waiting for me?"