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Thranduil

The birds sang sweetly outside his open window. Thranduil sat on the settee, looking outside. Two Ellyth passed by his tree, clutching one another and giggling amongst themselves. He smiled at the sight and sipped his glass of cider.

One of his hounds hopped up and curled on his lap, her tail thumping against his legs. He ran his free hand through her golden fur, enjoying the softness of it. The sun shone through the network of leaves and his hound's fiery seemed fiery bright gold in its light.

"Did you know?" He asked his hound softly, rubbing her ears. He spoke quietly, as if did not want to ruin the peaceful morning. The hound whined and shook her head before pressing it again against the palm of his hand. "Elrond's getting married today."