Title: The Elvenking's 100-Drabbles
Author: LegolasLover2003 aka Ashley
Category: Book - "The Lord of the Rings"
Genre: General / Drama
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit, I just adore them to pieces.
Author's Note: I got lazy again. I don't want to translate it all into Sindarin. To be honest, I think that's why it takes me so long to post these pieces. It's quicker to write them by hand then type them up then it is to translate all the dialogue, lol. However, there will be certain pieces that I do Sindarin only dialogue in... just not ones that are heavy in speaking.

Sern A Miri

"It is not something we need." Thranduil spoke, sitting in a high-backed oak seat.
His tent upon those dark lands was lit low as he tried to get some sort of rest. The Greenwood forces had finally retreated, allowing those of Imladris to take their places. Luckily, this would allow the Wood Elves to recover their strength at last. It would be at least another twenty-four hours before they had to venture forth once more and relieve the warriors of Lorien.
But while his soldiers slept… the Elvenking debated.
"Apparently we do, brother." Came Galenion's reply as the first born of Oropher argued. "Our forces are decimated. You yourself are still in no condition to fight. Since you have stubbornly abided by adar's last command and made yourself king, there has been no strength behind our blades."
Thranduil sighed, letting his left thumb absently graze the golden serpent ring upon his finger. "I will not seek the aid of the three. Not now. Not ever. Nor will I seek it in Mordor's shadow and certainly not because of your counsel. Let the lord's bear their trinkets. Our shields are strong and our arrow's reach vast."
"But we have lost!" Galenion retorted angrily. "What symbol are we to rally around upon the field of battle, Thranduil? You bear no crown, no mantle."
Standing, the blond walked over to a chest in the corner of the tent. From within, he drew forth the circlet which had been his to bear as a prince and son of Oropher.
Galenion scoffed at the sight, "Such is no crown for a king."
But his younger brother held up one hand, bidding him to silence. "Legede!" the Elvenking called out to his captain and friend, whom he knew remained just outside the tent's entrance.
The white-haired Elf entered, bowing politely to both lords.
With a small smile, nay perhaps a smirk, Thranduil handed his captain the circlet. "Take this to the smith's and have them fashion something similar… yet far more grand of silver. Set within it a moonstone of the rarest quality to be found in their stores and have them forge a ring to match, hmm?" Quickly Legede departed with the circlet, and the Elvenking turned to his brother then. "Two symbols, not one, will I bear. Does that satisfy you, brother?"
His face an impassive mask, Galenion nodded. "Since I cannot sway your heart toward power, then these mere trinkets of yours will have to do, it seems."
And that was how a king got his battle crown.

END

Translations:
Sern A Miri = Gems (Stones) And Jewels
Adar = Father

Author's Notes:
- Galenion and Legede are characters of my own design. You may use them but please ask permission first.
- Because these are tiny drabbles, I will NOT be doing Muse Moments for each chapter.
- I was inspired to do these by Nyx Thranduilion who is also doing them. The original 100-drabbles challenge is in the invention of NirCele.
- All 100 of my drabbles will be Thranduil related... WEE!
- None of my drabbles will be in any sort of chronological order.