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Summary: Elves pass on their thrones to their sons, not daughters. When Oropher died

in the Last Alliance, he passed his throne onto Thranduil, his second child, for his first

was a daughter. His daughter, seeing this unfair, has vowed to steal the throne.

Why isn't Thranduil a character in the list? It will be under Elrond, since he will make an appearance.

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Prologue

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Oropher had fallen. The army of Greenwood the Great looked to his heir, young

Thranduil. Many soldiers doubted the young elf's abilities, for he had not even come of

age yet. In a mortal's eyes, Thranduil would have been around 17 years of age, not old

enough to rule a kingdom or command an army at all. Still, Oropher had passed his

throne to his son, much to the dismay of his daughter, his firstborn. If she was the

firstborn, if she was smarter, if she was more able, why should the throne not go to her?

While almost no elf in Greenwood the Great trusted the young Thranduil's intelligence to

do the job right, there was also almost no elf that would rebel, for it was their late king's

last wish for his son to take the throne. Larien vowed to steal her rightful throne from

Thranduil. She took a small band of followers and led them out of Greenwood the Great,

and they were never heard from again...

Until now.

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Chapter One

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If any elf that lived in Greenwood was asked to describe their king, no matter

their views on him, everyone would say that he had come a long way since he was first

crowned. Indeed it was true, for when he first became king, Thranduil was a bumbling

youth. Now, anyone who knew the great king of Greenwood would say he was a most

noble and generous king.

There comes a time in every young male elf's life when he must wed. He shall

dream of finding his love, and making her fall in love with him. This is especially

important to a young king, who may be distracted by this during the most

untimely moments...

"King Thranduil! We do not have time for this! We need your answer now!"

chastised Thranduil's most trusted advisor, Helyanwe. He was an old elf, even older than

Oropher had been. Helyanwe had served the father, now he was serving the son.

Thranduil snapped back to reality.

"Hm? Oh, yes. What is it that's the problem?" Thranduil said sheepishly.

Helyanwe sighed. His lord had been acting strangely for the past few days. He would

have pressed the matter, but the hour was late, and they were both tired; as was the rest of

the court.

"Nevermind. It is but a small matter. Why don't you dismiss the court?"

Helyanwe whispered to the king.

"Ah, yes, yes. Today's meetings have come to an end. You are all dismissed,"

said Thranduil, to everyone in the room. As everyone was leaving, Thranduil was feeling

a bit tired. Very tired, actually. Nobody knew how it happened, but they heard a thud

and turned around. When they saw didn't shock them at all. Their young king had fallen

asleep, like he does at least once a week during meetings. Even though he had definitely

come a long way since the first day he was king, he was still young and innocent in a

way. The advisors and diplomats all left the large court room, leaving their lord to dream

of maidens with no clue what his vengeful sister Larien was planning in the outskirts of

Greenwood...

TBC...