When a darkness spreads across Mirkwood, a mighty elven kingdom is robbed from its bliss. A once vibrant people hides behind the walls of their kingdom and the forest grew into a bleak and uneasy place.
The other realms suspected Thranduil of being...
The music coming from the great hall had never sounded so beautiful. Thranduil stepped under the great bar. On one arm, his companion, her blue eyes full of joy and her smile radiant as the first spring sun. On his other arm, Thranduil carried his son, wrapped in soft green cloths. .
His son...
The walls in the hall were decorated with garlands and fragrant garlands. On the oak tables were carafes of sweet wine and spring fresh snacks that the servants handed out to the guests. More than a hundred elves in beautiful robes turned their attention to the royal couple. The couple beamed with happiness. Thranduil's chest swelled with pride under his long, gray-blue robe. On his head he wore a crown to celebrate the return of spring, made of braided birch branches from which small pink blossoms grew. His wife wore the same, lovely crown and a white dress with soft pink embellishments on the bodice and across the hem and sleeves.
Elithien pressed Thranduil against close, and for a moment it was as if the butterflies that flew at the top of the ceiling had nestled in his insides and flown up.
Thranduil smiled and raised his hand. 'Welcome. I am pleased to see that you could join us to celebrate this important occasion. With a heart full of pride, I would like to introduce you to my son and your prince; Legolas.'
The first prince in hundreds of years was something the elves had been looking forward to. So they showed this by loud clapping and jubilation. Thranduil raised his hand to silence the room.
Let us now pour the wine to celebrate the life of my son.
Loud clapping sounded again and Thranduil turned to his wife. He placed the baby in her arms, so peaceful and safe, surrounded by love and tenderness. Elithien put her hand against Thranduil's face. Her finger felt soft against his skin like the down on the young leaves on the deciduous trees. He grasped her hand, caressing the back of her hand.
'Go on,' she spoke in a soft tone. 'They are waiting for you.'
Thranduil nodded in agreement and watched her as she turned and walked under the bar. A guard escorted her out of the hall.
Thranduil heaved a sigh and turned his attention to his guests. A delicious wine was poured and the guests were enjoying themselves. There was talk and laughter. For months the elves had anxiously awaited the arrival of their prince or princess. They had managed to keep it quiet until this moment. Presently bets were being paid off in his hall and Thranduil laughed.
He strode through the crowd of Silvan elves feasting on expensive wine and tasty morsels. He had once been the only Sindarin elf in the Green Forest, but now he had a son who could carry on the race of Grey Elves. This thought made him laugh quietly. Only two days old and already he was thinking of grandchildren. He poured himself a chalice of wine.
'My king,'
Thranduil nodded to the head of the guard and Dale's ambassador. The latter was the direct liaison between the human city of Dale and his kingdom.
'Is the feast to your liking?' he asked kindly and the two elves nodded. 'We wanted to personally congratulate you and the queen on the birth of your son. I'd normally say this to the queen but,' the head of the guard sniggered, 'I'd say you look radiant too.'
Thandruil grabbed the mans shoulder and squeezed it lightly. 'Thank you for your kind words. Please, celebrate with me.' Thranduil raised his chalice to the men and then took a sip of wine. Never before had the wine tasted so sweet as it did on this day.
All day long there was dancing and singing. Harmonious music filled the kingdom with joy. The celebration continued until twinkling stars reigned the sky.
Thranduil cast a glance at the firmament as he came to the gardens for a breath of fresh air. His cheeks were red from the alcohol in his blood. He gazed at the stars. Stars so radiantly white and pure, it reminded him of the twinkles in Elithiens eyes. A happy smile graced his face as he thanked the Valar for the life he had been given. He ruled over a beautiful kingdom of proud and strong elves. He had married the most beautiful elven woman he ever had the pleasure to behold and he had been given a son, a healthy and strong heir. He could wish for nothing more.
Thranduil opened the door to the sleeping quarters, as softly as possible so as not to wake his wife, and sneaked into the room. It was dead silent except for the gentle wind rustling through the curtains. Thranduil closed the door behind him and walked toward the huge four-poster bed.
Thranduil glanced into the crib that stood next to the bed, Legolas was deeply asleep. The proud father stroked his cheek once before getting into the bed. His wife was already just as deeply asleep as his son. Her chest heaved up and down, deeply and calmly. Under her closed eyes a dark circle was visible. She was weary from all that had happened the past days, but she had not lost her strength. He bent down and pressed a kiss on her temple.
He was the happiest king in Middle Earth.
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