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The return of the prodigal sons to Woodland Realm.
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They finally came to a halt and dismounted before the many steps that led up to the impressive doors leading into the mountain fortress. Upon the highest step, stood the foremost elves of the Greenwood, yet the one in the centre shone with an intensity Melven had only ever seen in Legolas himself.

He was at least as tall as the Forest Lord, and had about him an aura of strength and command that left none indifferent. His hair was the very same shade, kept from his face by an impressive crown of gold, roots and flowers. His face was more rugged, however, lined with the sorrows and cares of time and experience, his eyes a brilliant sky blue. He was strong and beautiful, commanding yet magnanimous. His body was clad in a long blue velvet skirt that trailed the ground to the back, yet was cut up the front to the top of his brown boots. His chest was wrapped in green silk, and an impressive rich brown cape embraced his generous shoulders, falling to the ground in a shimmering cascade of opulence, his sword hung by his side, sheathed in a magnificent, bejeweled scabbard. Thranduil Oropherion, Sindarin King of the Greenwood.

Beside him stood Bandorion, Thranduil’s brother, and Barathon, his nephew. To the other side stood Thranduil’s sister Caladwen and his niece Alastegiel. Finally, behind the king stood a dark elf that sent a shiver up Elladan’s spine.

Legolas walked slowly towards his father, their eyes not once disengaging. (...)

This was his son, but he was changed, physically and mentally - yet he was still, heart-breakingly beautiful to behold, and he loved him above all else, above anyone else.

He smiled then, as Legolas moved before him and knelt, bowing his head and waiting for his father’s leave to rise.

From Arcane Land, chapter 3 by Alpha Ori (warning: mature content).
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Back to Greenwood - The Price of Protection - The foremost elves of the Greenwood - Beyond the fortress - Symbols of lordship - Legacy of the Fallen - Reminiscence - Like the Wind - Cheers in Haven - The Silver Queen - The Winged Warrior

Description
The return of the prodigal sons to Woodland Realm.
________________________________________________________________

They finally came to a halt and dismounted before the many steps that led up to the impressive doors leading into the mountain fortress. Upon the highest step, stood the foremost elves of the Greenwood, yet the one in the centre shone with an intensity Melven had only ever seen in Legolas himself.

He was at least as tall as the Forest Lord, and had about him an aura of strength and command that left none indifferent. His hair was the very same shade, kept from his face by an impressive crown of gold, roots and flowers. His face was more rugged, however, lined with the sorrows and cares of time and experience, his eyes a brilliant sky blue. He was strong and beautiful, commanding yet magnanimous. His body was clad in a long blue velvet skirt that trailed the ground to the back, yet was cut up the front to the top of his brown boots. His chest was wrapped in green silk, and an impressive rich brown cape embraced his generous shoulders, falling to the ground in a shimmering cascade of opulence, his sword hung by his side, sheathed in a magnificent, bejeweled scabbard. Thranduil Oropherion, Sindarin King of the Greenwood.

Beside him stood Bandorion, Thranduil’s brother, and Barathon, his nephew. To the other side stood Thranduil’s sister Caladwen and his niece Alastegiel. Finally, behind the king stood a dark elf that sent a shiver up Elladan’s spine.

Legolas walked slowly towards his father, their eyes not once disengaging. (...)

This was his son, but he was changed, physically and mentally - yet he was still, heart-breakingly beautiful to behold, and he loved him above all else, above anyone else.

He smiled then, as Legolas moved before him and knelt, bowing his head and waiting for his father’s leave to rise.

From Arcane Land, chapter 3 by Alpha Ori (warning: mature content).
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In the same collection:

Previous chapter
Next chapter

Back to Greenwood - The Price of Protection - The foremost elves of the Greenwood - Beyond the fortress - Symbols of lordship - Legacy of the Fallen - Reminiscence - Like the Wind - Cheers in Haven - The Silver Queen - The Winged Warrior