Entry Four: I am Ravishing and Stylish
I would like to dedicate the latest entry to my elegantly graceful and stylish self. I have noticed as of late that my servants have been copying my style of dress. It is most disgusting – to think that they have no sense of individuality and are actually trying to emulate their King. I can understand why they covet my looks and appearance. But of course, they will never be able to come close to me. After all, what do they know of high fashion? Absolutely nothing.
Just the other day, a lowly servant dared to enquire upon my manner of dress. I was wearing green silk robes embellished with intricate leaf designs and a crown wreathed with the flowers of the spring. It was a most lovely ensemble. It is distressing that someone of such a low station addressed his king with such familiarity. Such curiosity is unbecoming and I fear that there is an ulterior motive behind the seemingly innocent enquiry – that is, to emulate my style yet again. However, that is easier said than done as it was all custom-made by the most skilled of tailors in Mirkwood, which is more than a mere servant can afford. Therefore, I am glad to say that I utterly rejected his request and told him to leave my presence in a firm tone. I believe I was perfectly polite, but my expression must have somehow betrayed my animosity, for he left in a huff. But that is not entirely possible for I have had countless millennia to perfect my mask, and my emotions would never show on my face at all. The servant must have been mistaken. And if he did sense any hostility on my part, it was most likely imagined.
Could you believe what happened a day after? That very servant attended to me yet again and he dressed himself in similarly-designed green silk robes! Imagine my outrage when I saw that… thing walking around looking like me! He had the audacity to mock me by wearing the same robes as I did a day ago. Hence, I did what any reasonable ElvenKing would do and fired him. I threw him out of the castle by my own hand and derived a great deal of satisfaction and pleasure from that particular action. Well, look who got the last laugh?
I do believe that I have showed great leniency in this regard. I did not torture or behead him for his disrespect of my person. I merely ignored all his cries of mercy and for clemency for I have none to give. I threw him out of the castle gates immediately and told him never to return.
So, just a small warning to those who would dare to traverse into dangerous territory and try to copy my style. No mercy shall be given. So beware, and tread carefully!
-Thranduil, the Style Icon and Great King
P.S. Never cross the ElvenKing for you will not linger to regret it, you will be never heard of ever again.