Orien waited in the sitting room for her nephew to finish his ranting about her insolence and Legolas' immaturity.
The King raved long into the night but Orien only nodded and occasionally would say, 'of course, Thranduil.' Finally the flow of foul words and bitterness slowed and Orien decided it was high time to take her leave of him.
The King had been thrown into another fit when a report came to him that ...
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