"Headstrong and quarrelsome."
"Much like another young Elf I once knew," came a soft, floating voice across the room.
Thranduil's head advisor, Galeth, stepped into the room, standing silently next to her king.
"It seems every generation is more forgetful than the last," Thranduil said, furrowing his gentle brow. Galeth began to undo his braids and re- plait them in an ancient Elvish grooming ritual.
"He will be alright, Sire," she said softly. "He will come to great things."
Thranduil shook his head. "Not if he is fraternizing with humans."
Galeth paused a moment. "I shall take care of the girl, sire."
The King smiled softly. "Long have you been at my side, Galeth, and ever have you stood by my word and protected my honor. I don't know what I might have done without you after Legolas' mother was killed. I would have had to raise a child and a kingdom."
Galeth nodded, continuing to braid Thranduil's hair. "My Lord, I live only to serve you and the Kingdom of Mirkwood. I was merely doing my duty."
"You've done more than your duty. You've made sure my son was raised by the finest tutors, you've assisted me in planning for wars, you've nearly charged onto the battlefield next to me. All selflessly, for King and country," he mused.
Galeth nearly forced a smile as she stood behind Thranduil. "Aye, sire. Selflessly for King and country."
"Much like another young Elf I once knew," came a soft, floating voice across the room.
Thranduil's head advisor, Galeth, stepped into the room, standing silently next to her king.
"It seems every generation is more forgetful than the last," Thranduil said, furrowing his gentle brow. Galeth began to undo his braids and re- plait them in an ancient Elvish grooming ritual.
"He will be alright, Sire," she said softly. "He will come to great things."
Thranduil shook his head. "Not if he is fraternizing with humans."
Galeth paused a moment. "I shall take care of the girl, sire."
The King smiled softly. "Long have you been at my side, Galeth, and ever have you stood by my word and protected my honor. I don't know what I might have done without you after Legolas' mother was killed. I would have had to raise a child and a kingdom."
Galeth nodded, continuing to braid Thranduil's hair. "My Lord, I live only to serve you and the Kingdom of Mirkwood. I was merely doing my duty."
"You've done more than your duty. You've made sure my son was raised by the finest tutors, you've assisted me in planning for wars, you've nearly charged onto the battlefield next to me. All selflessly, for King and country," he mused.
Galeth nearly forced a smile as she stood behind Thranduil. "Aye, sire. Selflessly for King and country."