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.”
Young and naive, Thranduil meets his future wife, Legolas’ mother. Follow his complicated relationship through the ages, shadowed by an abusive father and a troubled world, and experience the long lost Beleriand through his eyes.
We know him as the Elvenking, cold and guarded - this is the story of how he became that elf.
The story is set Pre-Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit (1st Age to 3rd Age).
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."
Wynne must marry an elf, preferably King Thranduil or Legolas. Sent by her ambitious mother to journey with the elves, she has to pursue them by any means - but apparently One Does Not Simply enter a human-elf relationship. When they discover strange, tiny orcs, her quest takes a new direction.