Subject: Re: Anthem to The Dead Marshes - King Oropher's undead Dwelling Tue Aug 11, 2015 6:37 am
„Ada melin…“ Thranduil thought with dire endearment. Elven eyes were most splendidly reknown for their wide scope. And an Elvenking‘s eyes were keen to an elf‘s as an elf‘s eyes were keen to a human‘s. Keen enough to spread their sights far past the green serenity of their good forest and into the stygian reaches of Mordor. But for all the peering into the vast distance, elven eyes could become dangerously farsighted. For what was right in front of him, Oropher had been blind as a bat, such a kind and wise king so misfortunately blinded by the veil of his own prejudice. He could not see past his lovely nose to save his life! But Oropher‘s tragic death was part of his legacy and the final lesson he taught to his son. A lesson well learnt and deeply suffered by Thranduil like a scar he wore branded upon his very heart. Pride was his father's besetting sin and Legolas had taken after his ancestor more than he could ever know. Thranduil had long swollowed what pride he had left, and he wouldn‘t let Legolas fall victim to his own. He wouldn't let it be the death of him, like it was the death of his grandfather.
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Subject: Re: Anthem to The Dead Marshes - King Oropher's undead Dwelling Wed Nov 11, 2015 5:07 am
Thranduil would wait patiently for Legolas to grow and ripen until he was ready to be King and he would resign the rule unto him, as he believed that would lift the curse off Mirkwood and revert it into Greenwood the Great as it was under the clement reign of Oropher. Legolas was so much like him, Thranduil thought, it would befit him like a glove. But he was still but a young and verdant leaf, first he needed to mature, mellow down and outgrow his grandfather‘s extreme virtues and prejudice which Thranduil feared were inherent and skipped a generation. For there is no extreme that leads not to an extremity. And when he was ready, and Thranduil believed within his heart that this day would come, Thranduil would creep off the throne like a slender shadow, bestow the glory of kingship and all the lore and advice he could pass down to the new king Legolas and then remove himself and journey to the dead marshes and do everything within his power to find Oropher and extract him from his watery grave, so he would be brought back home, to his beloved greenwood, given a proper mourning and burial and finally find his royal peace. This was an open grave therein his soul, gushing wound in Thranduil‘s heart that long since ached for closure and he was adamant to try to bring his father to rest despite the terrible odds, even if it meant failing only to share in his father‘s watery grave beside him. With his precious kingdom in the trusted hands of King Legolas. It was actually the death he fancied. Even in the damp of the dead marshes Thranduil would rest at ease given it was by Oropher‘s side… beside his one true love. But until then Thranduil had his responsibilities, a myriad of them and he decided to rule in favour of the living.
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