It was once again the dining hour. Thranduil strode down the airy stone hallway, golden head held high, every aspect of his person screaming royalty. This is something my son can't seem to manage. Although he does meet people's eyes, you would think he was simply another wood elf. He grasped the ornate silver knob of the large, wooden door to the dining hall. He is prideful though, and often is loathe to admit he is injured. I suppose the problem is that he is not a leader, he is a follower. Not just a follower of elves either. He always lets that fool edain take the lead, wherever they go. Nor does he ever exhibit his full strength or power, alough I know he posses great amounts of both. By this time, Thranduil had reached his tall wooden seat at the head of the table. The oaken doors swung open once more, and Thandruil turned his golden head to see who was entering the hall. What he saw gave him quite a shock. The elf entering the room was more regal and contained more presence than anyone Thranduil knew, including himself. His face was filled with glory, as one who has seen the Two Tress, and his eyes burned with an inner fire startling to view. Thranduil was a proud warrior king, and would bow down to few. Not even Lord Elrond commanded that much respect from him. There were only three beings he would bow down too, come to think of it. Galadriel, Glorifindel, and his father. Now, this regal being was added to this list. More startling than that, however, was the identity of this glorious creature, for it was his own son, Legolas.
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