In this story I attempt to explain how the Elvenking became so cold and angry, and why he seems to completely lack social skills.
I plan to follow Thranduil from his youth until his son Legolas is born, and since he was born in the First Age there will be many thousands of years to cover... Some time jumps will happen. :)
“You make it sound so easy.” He sighed.
“It is easy. We undress. We pray to Eru. We do it.”
In ancient Doriath, young Thranduil rushes into marriage and Aerneth joins his dysfunctional family. Shadowed through the Ages by his dominant father and a dark world, facing wars, dragons and kinslayings, they at last find healing and love in Mirkwood.
– Or, the Silmarillion from Thranduil’s perspective.
My first fanfiction, where I look into what happens with some of the members of the Fellowship after the war.
There are still orcs and other monsters around, so Legolas and his father Thranduil sets out on a quest to clear the Brown Lands and Emyl Muin. On the journey they get company by Wynne, a young horse breeder from Rohan with a hidden agenda.
"I've realized we need elven blood at this stage.
Your children will not be plain."
Legolas and Elvenking Thranduil set out on a new quest and Wynne is sent to be their horse keeper, but her real task is something else entirely: to make one of them marry her.
A tale of adventure, friendship and romance, set after the Lord of the Rings. Fandom blind. *COMPLETE!*