Chapter 3
Thala dressed in her finest midnight blue dress with her black boots and silver necklace. She walked out of her small home, blue with white posts and such, kissing her father and mother on the head before going out of her home. Thranduil paced outside until he saw the glowing beauty before him. Thala was beautiful; she stood tall with her beautiful platinum hair done in buns with tiny locks flowing pasts her ears. Thranduil stood still, almost stunned by the sheer beauty who was his date; he was starting to love her. "Hello Thala, you're looking quite stunning tonight," said Thranduil taking Thala's arm into his. Together they walked to the feast.
The mighty king and queen of Greenwood sat in the middle of the great table, which lay outside the white marble palace. The Queen, Amanfalaswen, sat striking with her elven glow surrounding the magnificence of her being. Calfenion, with his long platinum hair, sat tall with not a smile or any single expression on his feast. Thranduil led Thala to the table and pulled her chair out in a gentleman-like way and caressed her shoulder quickly as she sat down. Thranduil then went to the center of the grounds and made a speech. "Tonight, we great elves of the mighty kingdom of Greenwood the Great celebrate the 900th anniversary of my parents, the king and queen of Greenwood. For over 2000 years, my father has protected these regions from the threat of Morgoth, and other deadly foes. We honor him and my beautiful mother, who has cared for this nation, planting the Mallorn trees from our cousin Galadriel, Queen of Eastern Realm of Lorien. Let us eat tonight knowing that these great people will be our king and queen for times to come." With that Thranduil, bowed to his mother and father, bringing them presents of great. His father received a new polished bow, one that Thranduil spent months crafting; his mother received a great dress of pearl and white fabric. Then Calfenion stood up to obviously make a speech of his own.
"Thank you my dear son, but now we have a speech of our own. We love the forest, but soon we will pass over to Valinor for the sake of each other. Thranduil, you will be the new king soon, be proud my son. Tomorrow we are leaving for the Grey Havens, and hopefully my son will succeed me as king. Thank you to all my people but now is my wife and I's time to go." Calfenion abruptly sat down and signaled for the feast to begin.
Thranduil sat down completely stunned without a word to say or a thought to fill his mind. How could he be king so soon, he was only 899 himself, which was quite young by elf standards. These thoughts raced his mind as he ate his meal. They stopped though as he saw the face of Thala, which was creased with concern and worry. He loved the way she looked, how she felt. Thranduil helped Thala out of her chair as they decided to go for walk on the palace grounds. He took Thala to one of his favorite places, the balcony next to the river, which flowed next to the palace. He took her hands in his, and smiled. " Thala, you are amazing in every way you look and move. I want to be more with you every minute I stand by your side." Thranduil smiled and put his hand up to her face, smoothly stroking it. Thala's eyes widened as he said this for, she loved him already too.
Thala dressed in her finest midnight blue dress with her black boots and silver necklace. She walked out of her small home, blue with white posts and such, kissing her father and mother on the head before going out of her home. Thranduil paced outside until he saw the glowing beauty before him. Thala was beautiful; she stood tall with her beautiful platinum hair done in buns with tiny locks flowing pasts her ears. Thranduil stood still, almost stunned by the sheer beauty who was his date; he was starting to love her. "Hello Thala, you're looking quite stunning tonight," said Thranduil taking Thala's arm into his. Together they walked to the feast.
The mighty king and queen of Greenwood sat in the middle of the great table, which lay outside the white marble palace. The Queen, Amanfalaswen, sat striking with her elven glow surrounding the magnificence of her being. Calfenion, with his long platinum hair, sat tall with not a smile or any single expression on his feast. Thranduil led Thala to the table and pulled her chair out in a gentleman-like way and caressed her shoulder quickly as she sat down. Thranduil then went to the center of the grounds and made a speech. "Tonight, we great elves of the mighty kingdom of Greenwood the Great celebrate the 900th anniversary of my parents, the king and queen of Greenwood. For over 2000 years, my father has protected these regions from the threat of Morgoth, and other deadly foes. We honor him and my beautiful mother, who has cared for this nation, planting the Mallorn trees from our cousin Galadriel, Queen of Eastern Realm of Lorien. Let us eat tonight knowing that these great people will be our king and queen for times to come." With that Thranduil, bowed to his mother and father, bringing them presents of great. His father received a new polished bow, one that Thranduil spent months crafting; his mother received a great dress of pearl and white fabric. Then Calfenion stood up to obviously make a speech of his own.
"Thank you my dear son, but now we have a speech of our own. We love the forest, but soon we will pass over to Valinor for the sake of each other. Thranduil, you will be the new king soon, be proud my son. Tomorrow we are leaving for the Grey Havens, and hopefully my son will succeed me as king. Thank you to all my people but now is my wife and I's time to go." Calfenion abruptly sat down and signaled for the feast to begin.
Thranduil sat down completely stunned without a word to say or a thought to fill his mind. How could he be king so soon, he was only 899 himself, which was quite young by elf standards. These thoughts raced his mind as he ate his meal. They stopped though as he saw the face of Thala, which was creased with concern and worry. He loved the way she looked, how she felt. Thranduil helped Thala out of her chair as they decided to go for walk on the palace grounds. He took Thala to one of his favorite places, the balcony next to the river, which flowed next to the palace. He took her hands in his, and smiled. " Thala, you are amazing in every way you look and move. I want to be more with you every minute I stand by your side." Thranduil smiled and put his hand up to her face, smoothly stroking it. Thala's eyes widened as he said this for, she loved him already too.