Tag: thranduil

carterbaizn:

In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.

elvenking:

If I am not mistaken, this is the Halfling who stole the keys to my dungeons from under the nose of my guards.