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Thranduil
"Oropher's heart was in the right place but his charge was still mistimed." Erestor remarked.
Few Elves glanced towards Thranduil but the Elven King calmly sipped his wine.
"Come, come, Lord Erestor," Thranduil said once he set down his glass. "Surely such debates are unsuited for this table, particularly on the day of your Lord's wedding."
Lord Elrond was not in their company. Rather he was dancing with his bride in the field. A merry tune played in the background.
"You do not agree?"
"My people were ill-fitted for war," Thranduil sat back in his chair. "They wore only light armour, and their weapons were not of great make. My father's charge was early, it is true but if you ask whether I agree or not, I would ask in return; why King Gil-Galad stayed behind. We answered his call even though it was against logic. He did not return the favour."
"Much sorrow fell upon the Elves during the Battle of Dagorlad from which I doubt we will wholly recover." Galadriel sat. Her glass was untouched. "To learn who was in the right or in the wrong or what better course could have come is fruitless. It is better to enjoy the peace we have won from it." But Lord Erestor was unconvinced.
"Still, Lady Galadriel, it is an important piece of history. One can draw many lessons from it-"
"Lessons are meant to be learned in libraries and in front of scholars, Erestor, not in a wedding we eagerly awaited." Thranduil interrupted.
All of them knew it was simply in Erestor's nature to spark a debate. He never meant any harm; it was simply a conversation. But Celeborn's quiet voice broke their conversation.
"If you wish to bicker on the past that cannot be changed like children over toys, I would suggest taking it away from the feast so that I enjoy my daughter's wedding in peace."
Galadriel laughed and place her hand upon her husband's.
"Be easy," Galadriel's lips were turned upwards. "It is great news indeed that Thranduil learned to rein in his temper."
Thranduil laughed and leaned back in his seat.
"I learned to rein in my temper the day Celeborn declared he would take you as his bride."
The table fell silent.
"Truly?" Galadriel said. "You surprise me. I never expected you to dislike me for my Noldorin descent."
"You misunderstand me. I withheld my temper not because of his marriage to the half-niece of Fëanor. I withheld my temper because the fool would not admit he was in love in me and my father's presence!" Laughter rose up and Celeborn gave his kin a broad smile.
"I am surprised you were not offended," Glorfindel said. "Many were not pleased by the presence of the Noldor for the sorrow they brought. I would have expected you to be among them."
Thranduil looked at Glorfindel and then leaned forward and looked at Galadriel along the table.
"Did you kill any of my kin at Alqualondë?"
"Absolutely not," Galadriel replied, in the same pretended serious tone as Thranduil.
"Well, there you have your answer, Lord Glorfindel." Thranduil said, leaning back in his chair. "The Lady Galadriel is completely safe from my wrath."
"A fact that I am immensely grateful for, if the tales of your temper are to be believed," Galadriel said.
"I must assure you, my lady, you are as safe as any Elf can be, particularly this night."
It was then Elrond and Celebrían reached their table. All of them could not help but smile at the new couple, what with their obvious happiness.
"One could see from the field that this table was in a deep discussion. May I ask what its nature was?"
"Debates, negotiations, and books can wait tonight, my friend." Thranduil said before anyone else could answer. "Tonight is simply a time to rejoice, and that is something I have to keep insisting, it seems."
"If it is, then you must join the dance."
"I cannot keep my glass full on a field, Elrond."
"What he means is that he does not wish to be ensnared in the clutches of many young Ellyth so quickly into kingship," Galadriel said lightly. Everyone laughed.
"You know me too well, my lady."
"Perhaps, in time, we will find you a wife." Elrond said. The two friends stared at each with barely suppressed amusement and Thranduil lazily raised his glass to be refilled.
"I will leave you to find me a bride."
Author's Note:
-Many Fanfiction stories, including my own, depict Thranduil with a dislike for Galadriel.
-Canonically, however, there is no evidence that Thranduil had such relationship with Galadriel.
-Since these scribblings follow canon, I wanted to try something different than the cliché.
-Regarding Elrond and Thranduil's friendship, both were in Lindon during the Second Age, if my reading was done correctly, hence they must have come across each other, given that both are from royal bloodlines.
