#5 Threats

The Elvenking stood staring out the window toward Dol Guldur. Lately, the darkness was threating to consume all Mirkwood. Thranduil did not know how much longer he could ward off the evil that was slowly destroying everything in its path. Nothing was safe anymore.

Sighing as he turned away slowly, Thranduil walked toward his throne room where he would be sending yet another patrol of Elves out to help keep the evil away from his walls. He slowly breathed as he remembered the days of old, the days when his precious woods used to be Greenwood, and he did not have to hide behind stone walls.

How many more Elves were going to need to die to keep his realm safe, how much more blood was going to be spilled? As he entered the room, he looked at his son who was going to be among the patrol. Oh, my Greenleaf, how I wish I could keep you safe in here, he thought tearfully.

Moments later he watched his one and only son depart, possibly not to return. He watched them all leave to help keep the threat at bay—again.