The Black Queen of The North (A Thranduil Story)

"My Lady do you not believe it to be rude to not thank your host for entrance into the Woodland Realm?" Thranduil questioned the radiant creature standing before him. "I believe my brother thanked you already my lord." The creature answered bluntly as she gazed off into the distance, still not meeting his cool stare. Her resistance both angered and enticed him. He could not understand why...