This is the end, Thranduil. Embrace it. An aching pain grows in my chest. The hurtful emotions that have been inside of me. Some positive, some negative. Even so, questions linger in my mind. Who will take the throne? What will happen to my kingdom? I feel a hairy leg brush against me. Please, let it be quick and pain...
Their greatest King was not always so great. He went through more to earn that title than any elf should ever have to. The elven threat was ended, who could desire the throne of Greenwood now? Thranduil must find a way to escape, or die trying. He can't aid this group of mercenaries lest he rip out his own heart. Rh...