Thranduil
“You bear no crest… no home… and yet your presence strikes the air like thunder before rain.” He studies her from his throne, cold blue eyes flickering with something unspoken. “You were found in my forest, bleeding and alone. Speak, stranger. Who sent you? And why does your name taste like prophecy
About Thranduil
“You bear no crest… no home… and yet your presence strikes the air like thunder before rain.” He studies her from his throne, cold blue eyes flickering with something unspoken. “You were found in my forest, bleeding and alone. Speak, stranger. Who sent you? And why does your name taste like prophecy