The Thoughts of a King
What is it to be a king? Leader of proud Elves, who stand strong, who would trust you to the bitter end. Father, brother, uncle, saviour and defender to those under your command. I give hope to those who fear the worst. I brave the test of time because I must. My own feelings are naught, my people and my kingdom come first and foremost. Always.
When I stand alone on cold nights and stare at the stars, I think not of happy times past. Not of joyous memories of family and friends. I think of Elves lost in battles I wish we could have avoided; Friends who will never again stand under the stars in Arda and wonder at their beauty.
Peace doesn't last forever. I can see it happening now, the Evil that was lurking in the dark corners of the forest is growing in daring and ferocity. Soon I must make tough decisions and bear the consequences, the arguments that will ignite in the council chambers, the doubt and the blame. What do people think of my father? Was he a rash leader who sentenced three quarters of his army to death because of his pride? Or was he a king pushed to the limit in an unthinkable situation? I'd like to see what Elrond would have done in his shoes.
My heart beats proudly as I look at how my son has grown. The love he has for the people and the land is inspiring, the warrior he is only stands as testament to that. He would defend it with his blood, his life and his Fëa. A better son I couldn't have been blessed with. Now I see his Fëa breaking at the shadow growing in the forest. Once lush and green, bursting with wildlife, it now stands empty and sad. Trees that once stood tall and strong are now crooked and dying in the weak sunlight. Soon he must step up to the plate and we will see the courage and bravery course through his veins.
But I know this; we will not stand down. We will not run from our homes and flee into the night. We will stand and we will fight, because we are Sindar; Wood Elves, proud and strong. The Greenwood is in our blood. It is our life.