"I don't need this again." Thranduil thought to himself.
Another showing of young Elven Maidens curiosity of his parents Oropher and Elemmire. And why? Marriage, that why his parents where doing this.
Thranduil sat there, trying to hide his sleepiness, watching each maiden approach, stand in front of him for a moment, greeted herself to him and his parents then stepped off to the side to make way for the next Maiden to approach.
Thranduil's parents were starting to worry. Why wouldn't he take a bride? Why didn't he show any interest? Certainly, Thranduil found many of the maidens stunningly beautiful, graceful and very polite but, this is not what he wanted, he wanted love, and he wanted to find his future wife on his own. It may take days, weeks, years, decades, centuries but he was willing to wait. He knew he would find her.
Again, as usual, he dismissed all the Elven Maidens finding no real interest in any of them.
Another thing Thranduil was worried of - would someone just marry him just for the title? To become the princess of Mirkwood? Leave him to deal with a broken heart and a shattered life? This scared him beyond belief.
There was to be dance that night at the palace which Thranduil's parents had arranged as a big gathering of their old friends they had not seen for years. His parents were so excited, so may people had returned to the invitations saying they would be there but Thranduil desperately did not what to go. He knew he'd hear endless comments of "Thranduil! My how you have grown into such a handsome young elf!" Comments from people he'd never seen before nor could remember. He decided he'd do what he always did - sit in the corner and watch everyone else have a good time.
Another showing of young Elven Maidens curiosity of his parents Oropher and Elemmire. And why? Marriage, that why his parents where doing this.
Thranduil sat there, trying to hide his sleepiness, watching each maiden approach, stand in front of him for a moment, greeted herself to him and his parents then stepped off to the side to make way for the next Maiden to approach.
Thranduil's parents were starting to worry. Why wouldn't he take a bride? Why didn't he show any interest? Certainly, Thranduil found many of the maidens stunningly beautiful, graceful and very polite but, this is not what he wanted, he wanted love, and he wanted to find his future wife on his own. It may take days, weeks, years, decades, centuries but he was willing to wait. He knew he would find her.
Again, as usual, he dismissed all the Elven Maidens finding no real interest in any of them.
Another thing Thranduil was worried of - would someone just marry him just for the title? To become the princess of Mirkwood? Leave him to deal with a broken heart and a shattered life? This scared him beyond belief.
There was to be dance that night at the palace which Thranduil's parents had arranged as a big gathering of their old friends they had not seen for years. His parents were so excited, so may people had returned to the invitations saying they would be there but Thranduil desperately did not what to go. He knew he'd hear endless comments of "Thranduil! My how you have grown into such a handsome young elf!" Comments from people he'd never seen before nor could remember. He decided he'd do what he always did - sit in the corner and watch everyone else have a good time.