In the aftermath of the Battle of the Five Armies, Thranduil finds the world within his Halls empty. He struggles to come to terms with the absence of his only child and the loss of the one he raised as if she were his own daughter. He begins to r...
As the palace prepares for the Winter Solstice Festival, Legolas returns to confront his father. Tauriel finds comfort in an old friend as Legolas struggles with the need to convince her of his love for her.
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"Galion, you know very well I trust you in these matters for a reason." Thranduil sighed heavily as he scratched his name boldly across the bottom of the request. "You and Alythiyiá have never managed to disappoint me yet." He added as he gathered the papers and stacked them neatly before handing them to him.
"I'm glad you always approve." Galion stated somewhat flippantly as he accepted the requests. "I ask for your approval simply as a matter of principle. Not to mention I would not need to make last minute changes if you saw fit to inform me of extra guests. You did not seem to feel it necessary to inform me that Lady Laûrläéthëe safely arrived the other day..."
"That will be all Galion." Thranduil stated, meeting his gaze briefly before turning away from him to gather yet another stack of papers that required his attention.
"Ben iest gîn, hîr vuin." (As you wish, my lord). Galion stated, stiffening as he abruptly turned on his heel and departed the kings' private study.
"Why do you chide him so?" Lord Garävegión chuckled from his comfortable seat in the corner of the room.
"Because I can." Thranduil said quietly as he glanced up at him, his sapphire eyes dancing with amusement. "Besides, if I annoy him enough he will come to my chambers tonight to scold me and I will have to beg forgiveness by taking him into my bed." He added, a slow smile curling his lips as he leaned back in his chair.
"I will never understand the relationship between the two of you." Lord Garävegión sighed, shaking his head. "Never the less, it has survived for many years and he has been for you."
"He is special to me." Thranduil said quietly, almost thoughtfully as he pushed himself up from the chair and made his way to the wine cupboard. "I received a message from Lady Gilaiwë, she will be joining us for the Winter Solstice this year." He said as he picked up the wine carafe and turned toward his desk to refill his goblet.
"And Lenwë?" Lord Garävegión asked, arching a brow.
"He sends his regards but has chosen to remain in Lórinand." Thranduil stated as he moved back toward his chair. "It would seem that Amroth has forsaken his rightful place as heir and he feels that his presence there is needed there more than here. Unfortunately I am forced to agree with him as I fully understand his position." He sighed heavily, his gaze meeting that of his longtime friend and chief advisor.
"Like Legolas, he has never had a desire to follow in his fathers' footsteps." Lord Garävegión replied, his gaze taking on a faraway look for a moment.
