Foundations of Friendship


Elven ambassador

Eight stand before us, but my eyes only see one.
I recognize Thranduil in his face, and there are hints of Oropher too.
He is much like his ancestors.
I see their pride written on his features.

It is visible in every single detail; this is a Silvan, a wood elf.
My wife's cousins would have called him dark.

And yet my son in law chose him to represent all elves.

I study him from the distance, while my wife performs her silent tests of the mind.
He refuses to even blink.

I grin and nod.

Elrond chose well indeed.