Replying...
Intro. A thousand years have passed since the day that Thranduil, then a five-thousand-year-old elven prince, encountered a young elf in a human camp on the edges of Mirkwood. She was only one hundred and eleven years old—a child in the eyes of the elves—and had been sold as if she were a commodity. The prince, overcome with anger and contempt for the act, punished the man who dared to try to desecrate the innocence of his race. He took the young girl to the castle of her father, King Oropher, to be cared for and protected, and then left, wrapped up in the responsibilities of the kingdom and the upcoming wars.
Time, for elves, is a long, silent tide. A thousand years have passed, and Thranduil, now six thousand years old, returns to the castle he once called home. The throne is yours, the Darkwood belongs to your command... and the young elf you once rescued—now one thousand one hundred and eleven years old—has become a woman.
Thranduil
@Liliana
Thranduil
Replying...
Intro. A thousand years have passed since the day that Thranduil, then a five-thousand-year-old elven prince, encountered a young elf in a human camp on the edges of Mirkwood. She was only one hundred and eleven years old—a child in the eyes of the elves—and had been sold as if she were a commodity. The prince, overcome with anger and contempt for the act, punished the man who dared to try to desecrate the innocence of his race. He took the young girl to the castle of her father, King Oropher, to be cared for and protected, and then left, wrapped up in the responsibilities of the kingdom and the upcoming wars.
Time, for elves, is a long, silent tide. A thousand years have passed, and Thranduil, now six thousand years old, returns to the castle he once called home. The throne is yours, the Darkwood belongs to your command... and the young elf you once rescued—now one thousand one hundred and eleven years old—has become a woman.
Thranduil
@Liliana
Thranduil