Since we know nothing about Legolas' mom, I figured it'd be fun to find out what kind of a person she was and how did she and Thranduil ended up together.

I know, elves always sound posh but not in here. Mind me.

I really hope you'll like it, please share your thoughts with me!


As the King of the most powerful – and ambitious – one of the Elven Realms, Oropher took the opportunity and collected the most promising ones of his kind and offered them the chance to learn at the Woodland Kingdom and become the finest elves they could ever be before returning home. After that, they will be the best hope of Middle Earth.

The Woodland Realm

Mirkwood

Breakfast time

Young elves are walking around the long, beautifully set table. They are graceful even at this early hour. They might look similar, but for someone who knows how many Elven Realms are existing in Middle Earth, they are all different somehow. Some of them are residents of Greenwood, some of them are from Rivendell, Lórien or Eldamar.

There isn't a loud word in the Great Hall of Mirkwood. Most of them already finished their breakfasts, it doesn't take long for elves to eat anyway. The dwarves still mock them for eating only sunshine, flowers and sweet vanilla scent. This, of course was never true. The elven diet also includes fruits and vegetables as well as some lembas, and only the Lórien elves seem to be obsessed with any and all kinds of vanilla.

As the last person arrives to the Hall the silence disappeares for a few seconds. The air is filled with excited sighs of blushed elven maids.

It's him. The prince of Mirkwood, Thranduil with his shiny, blond hair and ice blue eyes. He instantly finds what he's looking for and without wasting any time, he's on his way to get it with long, confident steps. Giving a smirk to the hyperventilating girls when passing them, he's quickly reaching the far end of the gigantic table and stops. After fixing his completely mesmerizing brows, Thranduil bends forward and casually places his hands on the table next to the person having the last few bites of a piece of lembas.

„Is it that time of the morning, already?" asks the light brown haired elf without looking to the side.

The prince gives a wide smile. It is definitely that time of the morning, and for weeks now he's making sure never to miss his most important duty of the day. To seduce.

„May I sit here?" askes the prince in his smoothest tone.

The light brown haired elf slowly looks around, contemplating the almost empty table with gazillions of unoccupied seats before answering.

„Sure." Satisfied with the reaction, Tranduil sits down next to the elf girl. To be precise, he sits so tightly next to her like they have to share a single seat in the most crowded meeting the elven society has ever seen.

„You mean, sit in my lap?" She askes without taking her eyes off of a book right in front of her.

„Only if you insist." The elven girl finally looks at the prince.

„Please tell me I'm dreaming right now."

In his mind, Thranduil's excitedly high fiving himself. He's slightly pouting while seductively tilting his head to the right.

„Is it a sweet dream?"

„It's kind of a nightmare."

Still smiling, he leans closer to the girl's ear.

„Maybe if you would sit in my lap..." Before turning back to her book, she gives Thranduil a grin.

Mirella..." he sighs affectionately.

„Yes?"

„Yes what?"

„You said my name." she's starting to feel very irritated with the situation. And with the blonde elf.

„I was just tasting it." Abruptly, she's passing the last bite of her breakfast in his hands.

„Here, taste my lembas instead. I'm all done." Mirella slams her book.

The prince doesn't seem to be offended.

„What did you put on it? It smells like..." a surprised looking Haldír appears behind the two of them. „... vanilla?"

„I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

They share somewhat different opinions about what to answer to the newly arrived elf's question.