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@iriysse asked: "I saw there's an 'open invitation to bother you' posted." Aredhel said, lopsided grin upon her face. "So I thought I'd take advantage…" And thus proceeded to boop his nose.
Thranduil blinked, his regal composure faltering for the barest of moments as Aredhel’s finger made contact with the tip of his nose. The normally impenetrable mask of Elven dignity cracked, his sharp brows rising in startled affront.
“An open invitation to bother me?” he repeated, his voice carrying that trademark mix of icy skepticism and imperious disdain, though a trace of genuine confusion lingered beneath. “I do not recall authoring such an absurd proclamation.”
He straightened in his seat, adjusting the folds of his robes as though to reassert his grandeur after the indignity of the so-called boop. “And yet, here you are,” he added, the faintest twitch at the corner of his lips betraying his begrudging amusement. “Taking what liberties you please.”
His silver gaze softened just enough to suggest that her antics, though entirely improper by his standards, were not wholly unwelcome. “I trust you find your impudence worth the risk?”
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@dcviline asked: ❝ Trust has become only a fragile concept to me, where once it was so certain. ❞ (celeborn)
Thranduil regarded Celeborn with an expression that could have been carved from stone, save for the faint flicker of something—perhaps understanding—that stirred in his sharp, ageless gaze. The words hung in the air between them like mist over a darkened forest, fragile and heavy all at once.
“Fragile,” Thranduil echoed, the word rolling from his tongue with a trace of distaste, though not toward Celeborn himself. His voice was cool, tempered like silver. “You speak as though trust were a bauble easily shattered. Perhaps that is what it has become—frail and fleeting in these days of shadow.”
He turned his head then, as if looking beyond the confines of their meeting, to distant memories. “Once, we had no reason to doubt. Oaths were not whispers on the wind. Friendships were not tested like tempered steel.” A pause. “But the world has changed. Trust is no longer a certainty—it is a risk. And yet…”
Thranduil’s gaze returned to Celeborn, piercing and searching, though not unkind. “A life without it is no life at all, is it?” For a long moment, there was silence. Then, softer now, though his pride still gilded every word, he added, “It is no weakness to feel its absence, nor to mourn what you once believed unshakable.”
#dcviline#𓆩✧𓆪 ⁄ ⸻ interactions. » dcviline .#why did i thought of the sound bite of why sad? don't be sad. give up
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@calantar asked: ❝ You are too hard on him. It is past time that the prince finds his own path in the world. ❞
Thranduil’s gaze did not falter, though a subtle tightening of his jaw betrayed his thoughts. The light of the hall glimmered faintly upon his silver crown, casting long, delicate shadows as he turned his head toward Galadriel. Her words lingered in the air like the first chill of winter—unwelcome but undeniable.
“He is my son,” Thranduil replied evenly, though there was a weight to the words that belied his calm. “The world beyond these woods is a cruel teacher, Lady Galadriel. I have walked its paths and borne its lessons.” For a moment, silence stretched between them, broken only by the faint rustle of the leaves beyond the chamber. “You speak of his path as though it is a thing easily found. A prince is not afforded the luxury of wandering untethered.”
Thranduil rose slowly from his seat, his movements deliberate, like a forest creature weighing whether to retreat or strike. He paced toward one of the tall, arched windows where the light filtered through ancient boughs, gold and green dappling the polished stone. “I do not doubt Legolas has strength,” Thranduil admitted, his tone quiet but resolute. “But strength is not always enough. Not in these times.”
“I am hard on him,” he said finally, a quiet admission like the creaking of an ancient branch under strain. “Because I must be.” And yet, even as he spoke the words, a seed of doubt nestled itself in his thoughts—an unwelcome, nagging whisper that perhaps Galadriel was right. Perhaps the time had come for Legolas to claim his own place beneath the wide, unending sky. But if that time had come, Thranduil was not yet ready to name it aloud.
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⤐ a son is a mirror in which the father sees himself
#𓆩✧𓆪 ⁄ ⸻ self. » the elven king.#𓆩✧𓆪 ⁄ ⸻ legolas . » a son is a mirror.#i love them i think about them 30 times a day
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@lannisther asked: ❝ She has your spirit, and your grace. I think you would be quite proud of the young woman she is becoming. ❞
Thranduil regarded Cersei with the cool, deliberate stillness of his ancient kin, his pale features schooled into an expression of practiced indifference. Yet her words pierced through that façade like fractured glass, settling into places he dared not often tread.
For a moment—brief as the sigh of wind in the leaves—his gaze faltered, drifting past the golden-haired queen to something unseen, far beyond the gilded walls of her kingdom. Myrcella. A name he rarely allowed himself to speak, even in the silence of his thoughts. His daughter, yet not his own. His blood, hidden within the web of another's legacy.
The elven king could not help the faint flicker of softness in his eyes as he looked at her, as though the mere mention of the girl carved away his armor. The faintest breath of melancholy lacing his tone, “There is something to be said for those who blossom in defiance of the shadows cast over them. If she has found grace… spirit… then it is hers, not mine.”
He turned slightly, his long fingers tracing the curve of a silver goblet nearby, though his touch seemed absent, distant—as if the weight of her words had set him adrift. “The young are always becoming,” he added softly. “It is we who fail to see them as they are… until they are gone beyond our reach.”
A long pause lingered between them, heavy with the unspoken. When he looked back at Cersei, the edges of his gaze were both winter-cold and quietly searching, as though he sought some assurance that she spoke the truth—that Myrcella truly carried something of him, even if she would never know it.
“Do not speak to me of pride,” he said at last, though his voice lacked the venom such a phrase might demand. “But tell me instead… is she happy?”
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@dcviline asked: ❝ I am doing what I believe to be right. Is that not what you taught me? ❞ (legolas)
Thranduil’s gaze turned to his son, sharp as a blade’s edge, though the weight of Legolas’ words seemed to dull its severity. The halls of the Woodland Realm stood silent around them, the great stone pillars rising like ancient trees, listening without judgment.
“You twist my teachings back at me,” Thranduil replied, his voice low, though it carried the cold authority of a king long accustomed to being obeyed. “I taught you to seek wisdom, to see beyond your own desires. Right is not so simple, and you know it.”
His eyes narrowed, the piercing silver-blue flickering like moonlight through a storm. There was no anger there, though—a weariness instead, a shadow of loss only a father could understand. He stepped closer, his heavy robes whispering across the floor as he regarded the son who had dared stand so boldly before him.
“What you believe to be right,” Thranduil said at last, softer now, “may lead you far from where you are needed.” He let the words settle, let the silence breathe. And then, as though reluctant to let even this much escape, he added, “You are my son, Legolas. Do not let your conviction blind you to the cost.”
There was something unspoken in the way Thranduil’s gaze lingered, some fractured piece of himself that he could not shape into words. For a moment, he looked less a king and more a father—one who knew too well the price of following what one believed to be right.
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from amazon's the rings of power, some from season one and season two. pleas echange names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.
A burden shared may be halved or doubled, depending on the heart that receives it.
Save your tears for our enemies, for they do not know what they have begun.
The way of the faithful is to commit to pay the price, even when the cost is not known.
I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.
Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you?
If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path?
Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there.
Can we turn back now? There's 110 things out here that could kill us.
You know the rules. We're not supposed to be out this far.
These Orcs were meddling with the powers of the Unseen World. Some dark sorcery of old. But what was their purpose?
I've told you. Countless times. Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots.
Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?
It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.
He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.
I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.
Lindon receives you with grace.
I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.
You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain.
Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.
The people of Hordern were known for having been especially strong in their loyalty to Morgoth.
She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.
It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.
First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like... like they're watching for something.
There Can Be No Trust Between Hammer And Rock.
Everyone, Each Of Us, Needs To Decide Who We Shall Be.
Beauty Has Great Power To Heal The Soul.
Hope Is Never Mere, Even When It Is Meager.
There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.
He worms his way inside your mind and the rest of him slithers in.
Once the deceiver obtains a being’s trust he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.
Every soul in the seen or unseen world will know that it was you who was the architect of their demise.
At this moment…. the great tale of our age is being written.
In choosing to wear those rings you have all become his collaborators.
To try and cheat death might lead to an even greater catastrophe.
Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril. Will you abandon them to their doom?
Promise me, Elrond, you will not stop until he is destroyed.
When the darkness falls there are always some who rise forth and shine.
Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate. Nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater.
Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith.
One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth… We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.
You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.
Find The Light, And The Shadow Will Not Find You.
Light endures and is mightier than strength. For in its presence, all darkness must flee.
I was in your place once, in the eldest of the Elder Days. Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth.
Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.
When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?
Give me the nine.
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*-`~ this is an open invitation to bother my muse. ask them questions, poke them, throw something at them, whatever. anons welcome
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𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. all these sentences come from amazon's the rings of power, some from season one and season two. pleas echange names, locations and pronouns as you see fit.
A burden shared may be halved or doubled, depending on the heart that receives it.
Save your tears for our enemies, for they do not know what they have begun.
The way of the faithful is to commit to pay the price, even when the cost is not known.
I have said it already. A hundred times over, in every way but words.
Let us say that all is as you fear, and this enemy is out there somewhere, lying in wait. Do you truly believe seeking him out will satisfy you?
If you are wrong, will you lead more Elves to die in far-off lands? To convince yourself you have done enough, how many more statues would you add to this path?
Only in the Blessed Realm can that which is broken in you be healed. Go there.
Can we turn back now? There's 110 things out here that could kill us.
You know the rules. We're not supposed to be out this far.
These Orcs were meddling with the powers of the Unseen World. Some dark sorcery of old. But what was their purpose?
I've told you. Countless times. Elves have forests to protect. Dwarves, their mines. Men, their fields of grain. Even trees have to worry about the soil beneath their roots.
Are you just going to stand there, breathing like an Orc?
It is said the wine of victory is sweetest for those in whose bitter trials it has fermented.
He is about to embark on a new project. One of singular importance. And we've decided that you will be working with him.
I am grateful you have not known evil as I have. But you have not seen what I have seen.
Lindon receives you with grace.
I am not some courtier to be placated by idle flattery. I demand to speak with the King directly.
You have made that plain. So I will be equally plain.
Only twice in known history has a pairing between Elves and humans even been attempted. And on each occasion, it ended in tragedy. It ended in death.
The people of Hordern were known for having been especially strong in their loyalty to Morgoth.
She has passed beyond my sight. Galadriel was so certain her search should continue.
It is hard to see what is right when friendship and duty are mingled.
First the big people, now the stars. Eyes open when they should be sleeping. Almost like... like they're watching for something.
There Can Be No Trust Between Hammer And Rock.
Everyone, Each Of Us, Needs To Decide Who We Shall Be.
Beauty Has Great Power To Heal The Soul.
Hope Is Never Mere, Even When It Is Meager.
There Is No Secret Worth Concealing With Deception.
He worms his way inside your mind and the rest of him slithers in.
Once the deceiver obtains a being’s trust he gains the ability to sculpt their very thoughts.
Every soul in the seen or unseen world will know that it was you who was the architect of their demise.
At this moment…. the great tale of our age is being written.
In choosing to wear those rings you have all become his collaborators.
To try and cheat death might lead to an even greater catastrophe.
Every soul in Middle-earth is in peril. Will you abandon them to their doom?
Promise me, Elrond, you will not stop until he is destroyed.
When the darkness falls there are always some who rise forth and shine.
Ours was no chance meeting. Not fate. Nor destiny. Ours was the work of something greater.
Choose not the path of fear, but that of faith.
One thing we can do better than any creature in all Middle-earth… We stay true to each other, with our hearts even bigger than our feet.
You have fought long enough, Galadriel. Put up your sword.
Find The Light, And The Shadow Will Not Find You.
Light endures and is mightier than strength. For in its presence, all darkness must flee.
I was in your place once, in the eldest of the Elder Days. Thirteen of us were chosen to be blessed of Morgoth’s hand, with the promise of power. A new birth.
Because rather than rest in glory, I chose to seek out the very enemy responsible for your suffering.
When all other senses sleep, the eye of hope is first to awaken, last to shut.
Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them?
Give me the nine.
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@oakthcrn asked: “Do not gaze too deeply into the fae ring, for it may gaze back.”
Thranduil regarded Lark with a measured gaze, his silvery brows lifting slightly at the cryptic warning. The ancient woods of his realm whispered around them, their voices like the echo of distant bells. He stood tall and resplendent, his pale hair shimmering in the dappled sunlight that broke through the dense canopy above.
“The fae ring,” he repeated softly, his voice low and melodic, carrying the weight of centuries. “I am no stranger to their enchantments, nor to the peril they hold. But tell me, what do you see in this one that I should fear?” His tone was neither dismissive nor openly curious, but layered with the cool reserve of one who had seen too much of the world to be easily swayed by whispers of danger.
Yet his gaze, piercing and clear as a mountain stream, rested on them intently, betraying a flicker of intrigue beneath his composed exterior. “If it gazes back, what then?” he continued, his words sharp as the edge of a finely crafted blade. “Will it see a king of elves, bound by duty to his people, or will it find something… less noble?” A faint, wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Perhaps it is the fae who should be wary of what they might see.”
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asking gandalf to stop dragging his son to life threatening quests.
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⤐ a son is a mirror in which the father sees himself
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thranduil face as he looks for legolas never fails to break me.
#out.#they have little scenes together but i don't doubt that fashion elf was going insane thinking of his son
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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐄, 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒. all these sentences regard the worldbuilding of stories that involve the fae, fairies, their magic and creatures like elfs. change pronouns, location and names as you see fit.
DIALOGUE SENTENCES.
"The forest whispers your name, mortal. Do you dare to answer?"
"Touch not the faerie ring, for it binds more than your mortal eyes can see."
"I’ve seen stars born and mountains fall. You, mortal, are but a blink."
"Do you think the wind’s laughter is merely the breeze?"
"In the twilight, between worlds, I dance where mortals dare not tread."
"The night sings to us, a melody only the fey-born understand."
"Your heart beats like a drum, calling to the ancient magic in my veins."
"Drink not from the silver cup, for once you do, your soul is ours."
"Under this moon, you are bound to our pact. Break it, and pay the price."
"Even iron cannot hold me, mortal. I slip through shadow and light."
"In exchange for your voice, I’ll grant you safe passage through my woods."
"I have no heart to give, for it lies buried in a grove long forgotten."
"Are you lost, or did you come to seek the faerie's favor?"
"Your eyes hold the curiosity of a child. Be careful, for curiosity feeds the forest."
"I know every leaf and branch of this wood; you cannot hide from me."
"Leave an offering, and perhaps the spirits will look kindly upon you."
"I was here when your ancestors first tilled the earth, and I will be here long after."
"Our laughter echoes in your dreams, but you will never recall why you wake with dread."
"Those who trespass know no mercy, unless they dare dance with me under the stars."
"Not all beauty is gentle. Will you trust the charm of a faerie’s smile?"
"Be warned, mortal: one touch from me, and your world will never be the same."
"The path you walk was woven by my kin; it leads to places your mind cannot imagine."
"These woods have memory, and they remember every broken promise."
"Tell me, do mortals still fear the old stories of the fae? Or have they grown too bold?"
"Would you trade a memory for a taste of elven wine?"
"Your heart's desire is written in the stars; let me help you reach them."
"I see more in your gaze than you know. Are you ready to face what lies within?"
"Elves age as the earth does; slow, silent, but never still."
"The silvered trees speak in riddles, but only the fey can hear their truths."
"My power lies not in magic alone but in every breath of this land."
"A human’s life is but a sigh to me. Yet here you stand, trembling before eternity."
"The roses here are more than flowers; they bleed stories of those who pluck them."
"How bold you are, to seek a kiss from a fae. Do you understand what it costs?"
"A dance beneath the moon seals fates; are you ready to join our revelry?"
"Our worlds do not blend easily. Walk softly, for you tread on sacred soil."
"Do you hear that song? It’s been sung since the dawn of time, in languages long forgotten."
"You seek answers from the fae? Then be ready for truths you may not wish to hear."
"Iron may wound us, but broken oaths do more harm."
"A bargain with me is a bond unbreakable. Will you wager your future on it?"
"The waters here reflect more than your face; they reveal the soul within."
"Elven tears are rare, but they hold more power than any gem."
"In my eyes, you see the realms of old, where legends still roam freely."
"No one truly leaves the faerie lands unchanged."
"Only a fool offers gold to a fae; we value secrets far more."
"Your world fades, but our light will shine long after your stars burn out."
"A gift from me is a double-edged blade. Are you brave enough to wield it?"
"You look at me as if I were a story; but I am more real than your breath."
"The fae care little for time. Why are mortals so obsessed with it?"
"I have danced on clouds and bathed in starlight. What do you offer in return?"
"Even the oldest trees remember their first sunrise, just as I remember every name whispered to me."
“The stars speak to us tonight, whispering secrets of forgotten realms.”
“Mortal, tread lightly; this forest holds memories of a thousand lifetimes.”
“They say fae promises are as brittle as moonlight, yet as binding as ivy.”
“I have danced on the shores of twilight and sung with the dawn; what have you seen, wanderer?”
“In my realm, time flows as the rivers do—twisting, turning, never still.”
“Do not gaze too deeply into the fae ring, for it may gaze back.”
“To enter our realm, you must leave your shadow behind; it has no place here.”
“Careful with your wishes, for in the fae lands, every word is a pact.”
“The forest breathes with us; its roots and veins are intertwined with ours.”
“Are you willing to give up your name? For only then may you cross the threshold.”
“Even the smallest of fae has a heart as fierce as the storm.”
“Hold your tongue! One wrong word here could bind you to our world for eternity.”
“What can a mortal offer in trade that does not crumble with time?”
“You seek magic, yet fear its price? You are braver than most.”
PROMPTS.
A human/other creature stumbles upon a circle of fae celebrating the equinox.
Write a starter where an elf grants a mortal one wish but with consequences they did not expect.
A faerie guard watches over an ancient gate that separates realms. A human accidentally crosses it.
Two elves of rival courts meet under a rare alignment of stars, and both wish to claim an artifact.
A mortal child stumbles into a faerie realm and is raised by the fae. Write about their journey back to the human world.
An elven healer falls for a human warrior, knowing their lives will never intertwine for long.
Write about a fae who accidentally gives away their true name to a clever mortal.
A human stumbles upon a garden of enchanted flowers that whisper secrets of the fae.
A powerful elf offers a gift to a dying human, granting them a second chance at life with one condition.
Write about a faerie who despises mortals yet finds themselves indebted to one.
An elf discovers a forbidden spell that allows them to walk among humans unnoticed. What do they do?
A fae warrior defends a sacred forest against an invading human force.
A young elf finds an ancient blade that binds them to the land's destiny.
A mortal must dance with a faerie to win back their heart, but the dance holds hidden dangers.
A fae bargains with a human to retrieve a lost artifact, but the retrieval has a cost.
A human bard tries to learn a faerie song, and in doing so, awakens ancient spirits.
Write about an elven queen who rules over both mortal and faerie subjects in a hidden realm.
A faerie offers a mortal safe passage through their woods in exchange for a memory.
A wandering human accidentally eats from an elvish banquet and realizes they've gained strange powers.
A fae child ventures into the mortal world on a dare, only to get trapped.
An elven archer guards a mystical glade where only the pure-hearted are welcome.
Write about a mortal who is chosen by an ancient elven weapon, becoming its reluctant wielder.
An elven healer is summoned to save a cursed forest, only to learn the curse is tied to their past.
A fae and human find themselves on the run from an ancient faerie queen who demands justice.
A faerie court holds a masquerade ball where each guest's mask reveals their soul's deepest desire.
Write about an elf who can manipulate dreams, drawn to the dreams of a mortal seeking revenge.
A fae artist is tasked with creating a painting that holds the spirit of the forest within it.
A young elven prince makes a reckless choice and accidentally binds himself to a mortal's life.
A mortal knight goes on a quest to find a mythical elven artifact that grants immortality.
A fae trickster tries to prank a mortal but ends up accidentally revealing a hidden world to them.
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INDEPENDENT PRIVATE AND SELECTIVE ROLEPLAY BLOG FOR KING THRANDUIL OF THE TOLKIENVERSE. WRITTEN BY CALI.
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━━ ELDAARAN / ✷ KING THRANDUIL KING OF THE WOODLAND REALM, SON OF OROPHER, KING OF THE SILVEN ELVES, FATHER OF LEGOLAS GREENLEAF.
INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR KING THRANDUIL OF THE GREENWOOD ELVES FROM J.R.R TOLKIEN'S THE LORD OF THE RINGS AND TOLKIEN LORE. HEADCANON BASED. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI. (#)
"Thranduil lived in atunement with nature, wearing a crown of woodland flowers, or autumn berries and red leaves, according to the season. His banner was green in colour. He loved the forest, though it was dark and dangerous in many parts; and enjoyed hunting and feasting among the trees with his people"
CARRD. HEADCANONS. MEMES. PROMO.
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