[ Newly arrived within the last few hours, the Elvenking sits at a long table while the feast goes on around him and sips a goblet of wine. He is easily distinguished by the silver-gold robe and crown of autumnal berries he wears, having been led right out of his throne by the fairies' plea for help.
He removes into a long corridor and lets the sound of laughter and music fall away, pacing with echoing steps to a large quad surrounded by pillars. In the middle is a pond with bright fish and the garden is a cheerful place under a skylight that shows a host of unfamiliar stars, lush and tended well. Taking a seat on a stone bench, Thranduil leans over his knees and lapses into his own thoughts. He doesn't protest when a fairy-boy with a bold blue light about him whisks in and sips from the cup in his hands. ]
1. thranduil oropherion | tolkien
He removes into a long corridor and lets the sound of laughter and music fall away, pacing with echoing steps to a large quad surrounded by pillars. In the middle is a pond with bright fish and the garden is a cheerful place under a skylight that shows a host of unfamiliar stars, lush and tended well. Taking a seat on a stone bench, Thranduil leans over his knees and lapses into his own thoughts. He doesn't protest when a fairy-boy with a bold blue light about him whisks in and sips from the cup in his hands. ]