Livewire[LOTR]

Chapter two- Our other side.

Chapter two

My name is Thranduil… I wrote on a piece of paper before me. The elvish words curled and beautiful on my paper. I sighed quietly and got to my feet, moving away from the paper on my wooden desk. I was in my room, one of the larger of the palace. Looking out a large window into the forests. The forests my father ruled over so wisely. I respected the man, he was a force not to be reckoned with. Oropher, his name. The great forests of Greenwood stretched out before me, millions of miles. I rubbed my head and headed towards the door leaving my room. I passed a mirror as I did so, casting a glance at myself. I was young, my hair almost down to my waist now. As royalty, my hair was permitted to be longer then most. It was golden in color, my eyes pools of blue. I smirked at myself as I shut the door behind me. My auburn colored robes sweeping behind me as I walked down the halls towards the great room where my fathers throne sat. The palace, was not what a human would think if someone mentioned the wood land elves. This palace was much older, made out of wood… and stone. Vines climbed up the outsides and trees grew into the building.

My father, was waiting in the hall as I walked in. He was- of course. Trying to pair me off to a elven woman, he told me my age was the right age to find a woman. I didn’t agree, honestly. I kept it to myself of course. I offered him a thin smile as I got closer. Three young ladies stood before me, one with long ebony hair. No doubt of Rivendale. And two others, blonde. I grumbled inwardly. I didn’t want any of them, not my type. The black haired one eyed me like she was about to dig a dagger into my heart… while the other two smiled brightly. The thought of wedding a powerful prince, was… more then enough to make a girl swoon. My father introduced each of them and I pretended to be listening, but my gaze would wander past them into the windows and the trees beyond. I would rather be fighting out there, killing the orcs that challenged us.

My fathers sharp and angry voice was what pulled me from my day dream. “Dolle naa lost” my father snarled at me in angry elvish. I shook my head and smiled tryingly. “Amin hiraetha” I apologize. I said awkwardly to him and the girls. He dismissed them and rubbed his temples. “What am I going to do with you.” He grumbled sitting down in his throne made of a tree. It was literally, a tree with a seat carved into the middle. It was still living so its leaves would change based on the seasons. As it was summer, the leafs where green. He waved his hand which told me I could leave. I forced myself to walk slowly as I reached my room. Throwing off the orange gown and pulling on my green warrior clothing. It was sleek, but it worked to protect me when I was fighting. I slipped a sword into the holster on my right hip and a bow onto my back. I smiled to myself and launched myself out of my open window into the trees.

Now, of course. This was no way a prince should act. But my nature was not very princely. I was still quite young, so of course I liked to adventure like a child. I would often be scolded for it to. I was capable of putting on a facade for those who needed it. Royalty, mostly. My hand grasped one of the branches and I threw my body upward farther into the tree. I skirted down the tree and onto the ground of the forest. Its green leafs of summer glittered in the sky above me. I smiled and took a breath of the air.

This was where I was at home. The wilds. No where else.