[ A week he has been here and a week has his son been returned to him from the Undying Lands. A strange enough and unlooked-for backhanded blessing, of sorts, even as much disruption as it has caused Legolas's grieving heart. What he never expected was to see someone so familiar (so unforgettable) return from the dead.
Lost forever is Lúthien, along with her lover whose fate she opted to share, and Thranduil cannot say they have ever spoken but it would be impossible to forget the radiant face of Thingol's daughter, witnessed from a distance in his youth. Proprietary manners, etc. It all comes rushing back to him as if he stands in Menegroth itself; his simple life as a huntsman, then marchwarden for a time, having only seen her at court as many times as he can count on one hand and even then without him becoming known to her. Thranduil would have been Legolas's age, now closing in on seven-thousand years.
He feels strangely foolish for wearing his crown from Eryn Lasgalen before her, stepping forward from where he paused at the entrance to the bailey's gardens. ]
slams this in!!!
Lost forever is Lúthien, along with her lover whose fate she opted to share, and Thranduil cannot say they have ever spoken but it would be impossible to forget the radiant face of Thingol's daughter, witnessed from a distance in his youth. Proprietary manners, etc. It all comes rushing back to him as if he stands in Menegroth itself; his simple life as a huntsman, then marchwarden for a time, having only seen her at court as many times as he can count on one hand and even then without him becoming known to her. Thranduil would have been Legolas's age, now closing in on seven-thousand years.
He feels strangely foolish for wearing his crown from Eryn Lasgalen before her, stepping forward from where he paused at the entrance to the bailey's gardens. ]
My Lady, might I join your company?