Just An Observation . . .
“Who?!” Thranduil demanded, standing and glaring at the guard angrily. The soldier bowed her head, eyes still held in sheer wonder at her king. It was not uncommon for she-elves to be warriors as well, but it made it far more difficult to be in the presence of so beautiful a commander. Thranduil had donned his flowing silver gown with cream underclothes, appearing like stars bursting forth from a small cloud. His golden hair fell perfectly; how could it fall otherwise? The silver circlet he wore was a testimony to the fact that he had planned a simple, quiet evening to ease his mind what with Legolas being sent off to tell Elrond of that blasted Gollum’s escape; worse, he had agreed to some foolish journey to Mount Doom in the company of the son of Gloin. How he missed his son and the she-elf knew it, but pity could hardly hold place in her heart when such a lovely king was practically shouting at her.