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Donovan was a tall elf, but his title made him appear even taller. Both because of being King, and because of his crown. Despite of his duty, the King was known as someone that had a sharp sense of humour, but he was also strict. His smile could make the tension leave the room he stood in, his mere stare could make anyone stand on their toes. His wife, his One, his other half had adored him for his smile and respected him for the power his presence held. When the Queen gave birth, his sweet daughters were much like him. The more they grew, the more Donovan smiled. The more he smiled, so did they, and all was well between the four of them.

When Princess Villisë was born and brought into his arms, the tears in his eyes only fell because his smile was so big his eyes pratically closed. When he held his first baby, he finally understood what love, real love, felt like. Vi was a cheerful little babe, unlike her little sister. Princess Mäetharanel came into the world crying loudly, annoucing her birth to almost every servant in the castle. With her grumpy sounds and little frowns accompanied by heavy eyebrows, she made everyone laugh. The King and Queen had their family, and they were complete.

If asked, Donovan would say he remembered everything about his daughters with great care. To the smallest detail, the King remembered their first words, their first steps and their first friends. He remembered their first ball and the first time him and Oropher had presented Thranduil to Villisë. He vividely remembered his younger child glaring at the young Prince, that stood tall and spoke words, as his Mäeth had said when he asked for her opinion, "much too void of emotion for taking her big sister away".

It was Donovan who gave her away in their wedding day. When his hand let go of his daughter's, Thranduil and him shared a look and he knew his child was well given. How easy it had been for them to fall in love! How wonderful it was that his oldest was marrying because she wanted to, and not only for political interests. Mäetharanel had been there by her sisters side, throught the whole ceremony she had been with her. 

They had danced together, they had laughed, they had wept and they had spoken in whispers. The two shared a bond much too deep to be explained. They were companions, and they felt each other's pain and happiness. When reality fell, the youngest Princess smiled with tears in her eyes, looked at her father and told him her biggest love, the air she breathed, was gone from their home to the Woodland Realm

The fact that she also hadn't warmed up to the Prince was an obvious bother, but still, he had taken her big sister, she could hold anything against him, at least in her mind. Years passed and little Legolas was born, and the young Princess became ecstatic! Most of her time was passed with the babe, and whenever she wasn't tending to him, she would be with his mother, smothering her in attention until Legolas called for her. 

Her biggest enjoyment was to annoy Thranduil, and the little leaf laughed when he'd be near his father and his aunt would pick him up and take him away, for the bad Elvenking would probably bore him senseless. The Woodland Realm was in peace, and laughs had consumed its castle. Until that day.

Orcs took his first child, in front of her own, still so young, still in much need of his mother. His only living child and Donovan himself had no immediate reaction when the news came. Much like when his queen died in battle, no tears had been shed by him, such was the shock he felt. The king had not yelled, the king had not wept, he did nothing. His daughter, his poor girl that had lost a big part of herself, when she finally understood what the guard had said, passed out.

"Your Majesty, I regret coming to you with such grave news", and his girl turned to look at the sad elf, "But you must be informed. Queen Vilissë of the Woodland Realm has been slain", and their world fell apart.

He barely had time to catch his daughter. Had it not been years of quick reflexes, his little girl would have fallen to the ground. Holding her tight against himself, he finally let the guard that always accompanied her take her to her room. Later, when conscious, the princess became desolated and all she could do was weep and yell for her lost sister.