Thranduil | Dossier
Apr 12, 2018 22:20:18 GMT -5
Post by Thranduil on Apr 12, 2018 22:20:18 GMT -5
Thranduil King of the Woodland Realm 6251 | Sindar/Grey | Male | | King | pb: Lee Pace |
Personality⚘
Thranduil has given up a lot to ensure that the safety of his people remains in tact. It is not out of fear that has made him shore up his borders and worked to build extravagant homes underground. It is experience. It is a rare thing for an elf to know the pain of loss within his immediate family. Thranduil has experienced this three times. He reads as cold and withdrawn because he has made the choice to put his pain under lockdown so that he can better serve his people. The unfortunate drawback to this decision is that it has also required him to withdraw from his son, because if he allows himself to connect with his adventurous offspring and is forced to endure losing the last of his kin, he knows it will be the final straw upon his psyche.
ღ Basic Traits
Name Meaning: "Vigorous spring" in Sindarin, from tharan "vigorous" and tuil "spring"
Birthdate: F.A. 527
Age: 6504
Race: Elf | Sindar/Grey
Residence: Mirkwood
Profession: King of the Elves of the Wood, King of the Woodland Realm
Appearance↠
When he was a young man, during his time as prince, Thranduil dressed in clothes that were sleek and crisp. Asymmetric cuts of raw silk were very commonplace within his choice of tunic. When the weather required something warmer, Thranduil preferred overcoats which drew little attention, comprising of soft elk or deerskin leather. There are days when he longs for the simpler wardrobe; but after his father's demise, he had to assume the appropriate presence for an elf of his stature. It didn't happen all at once, the change toward resplendent perfection that he has achieved, it was a layered process that he eventually bent to accept. His wife had exceptional taste, so much of his current style and colour choices came from her influence.
↞Bloodline
Parents: Oropher [Father | deceased]
Lassel [Mother | deceased]
Sibling: n/a
Spouse: Melethril [deceased]
Children: Legolas
History⌛
Born precisely five years prior to the half-elf Elrond, Thranduil was of pure Sindar blood, and the only child of Oropher and Lassel. Despite their differences, Elrond and Thranduil were as close as brothers during their formative years. They engaged in competitive activities that varied from the athletic to expanding the intellectual mind. Thranduil accepted that Elrond was smarter and cleverer, and in turn, Elrond respected the fact that his friend was built for fighting and hunting. In a way, they complemented each other in the field and off. If they had not become so estranged over their long lives, they could have become a force with which to be reckoned.
When Oropher decided to depart from Lindon and matriculate across the Misty Mountains, he became entranced by the culture and peoples of the Greenwood. His decision to stay with the Silvan elves of Greenwood the Great, to adopt their language and lifestyle made the first steps toward building Thranduil's isolationist lifestyle. These elves were of the Moriquendi, and it has been speculated that because they did not behold the light of the Two Trees of Valinor, it was why Oropher took it upon himself to safeguard this sect of elves.
In the span of time to follow, Oropher strove to enrich the ancient culture of his people. His wife Lassel was an intrical figure during this golden age of prosperity. She blended the ways of the Silvan and the Sindar so that eventually, the elves of Mirkwood grew to be inherently unique. After a time it was almost impossible to see any lines of demarcation -aside from the two different languages that were taught, but never intermixed conversationally. Etiquette and respect for the nuances of each language was something that Lassel wanted to preserve.
In the Second Age, of the year 3434, Oropher understood the need for peace. Laying aside his hostility toward the Dwarves and the Noldor, he joined Amdír's smaller force of Lórien Elves to create a singular, great host of Silvan Elves. Leading his people as a part of the Last Alliance of Elves and Men, was more important than his desire to stay away from the affairs of the rest of the world. It was during this fight against Sauron's forces, in the dusty plain of Dagorlad that his life came to an abrupt end, along with two thirds of his army.
Thranduil, was fighting as well, but he had waited to send his unit into the fight. He was waiting for Gil-galad's signal to charge, unlike his father and a few other brave, but too hasty elves. This hesitation saved his life. It did not, however, obscure his visual. Cut off because of sheer numbers, Thranduil was unable to reach his father and people in time to save them from being overwhelmed and slaughtered. The hit to his people's morale was just too great. Thranduil believes it is why they lost so many over the course of the fight. He often weighs his decisions carefully because of the lesson that Amdír and Oropher's emotions cost the Silvan elves.
Weary from battle, and anguished at the losses suffered, Thranduil withdrew with his remaining army from Mordor on the long trek back to Mirkwood. Unbeknownst to him, a battalion of Orcs spilling out of the Misty Mountains and across the Gladden Field were responsible for the slaying of countless elves, mostly women and children, who had stayed within the Greenwood.
Casualties included the Queen Lassel and her guardsman. Burdened with the task of rebuilding hope, Thranduil chose to focus all of his efforts on the wounds inflicted upon the Silven folk.
Casualties included the Queen Lassel and her guardsman. Burdened with the task of rebuilding hope, Thranduil chose to focus all of his efforts on the wounds inflicted upon the Silven folk.
For over five hundred years, he ruled in solitude and his obsession for maintaining absolute control over the protection and inviolability of his subject was his only focus. Meeting the woman that he was soon to call his wife came by mere chance. Melethril was in need of safe passage, from the Blue Mountains to a summit meeting in Lothlórien. She was carrying with her, a chest containing her birthright, the White Gems of Lasgalen. It was her wish to give Queen Galadriel, and the House of Finwë a few of them in exchange for the extension of good will and magical protection granted from the powers of Nenya.
Melethril was Laiquendi, and she represented something more rare and beautiful than the gems that she carried. Thranduil's interest was impossible to ignore. She had awoken something within his spirit that he had thought was gone. Witnessing their King's romance of the green elf that chose to stay in Mirkwood after her business was concluded marked a time of golden tranquility for the Silven elves. This elation was only compounded with the Royal wedding and the birth of their son Legolas in the year 1510.
It was supposed to be an anniversary present, the necklace that Thranduil had commissioned to be made by the dwarves of Erebor. Because of his beautiful wife's courage to reach out and mend the tarnished relations between the Laiquendi and the elves of Mirkwood and Lothlórien, Thranduil was inspired to try and do the same with the craftsmen who lived just to the north in the Lonely Mountain. He presented to them the very chest of gems that were entrusted to his wife with the assurance that their cost for crafting a necklace worthy of a Queen would be just and fair.
Unfortunately, the greed of the dwarves was their downfall. They wished to keep not just the remaining gems, but requested a thousand mithril shards to be added to the bill. The elves of Mirkwood were not wealthy, this was a tax they simply could not pay. Pained by the decision to wait out the dwarves' stubbornness, Thranduil focused his energy on more important matters, but tragedy was to befall his life once more, this time in the year 2680 of the third age. Distracted by the preparations for Yáviérë - [the harvest feast-day of the Stewards' Reckoning of Gondor, lying between the months of Yavannië and Narquelië, near the autumnal equinox.] Melethril was abducted by Orcs hailing from Angmar, taken to Mt. Gundabad and tortured to death.
Desperate to save her, Thranduil begged for assistance from the stronghold of Dwarves. When they refused, he was begrudged to do nothing to save her because he simply did not have the manpower. Ever since her passing, Thranduil has remained stalwart and withdrawn. If he does venture to think upon the passing of his beloved, some have seen his features twist and scar, as if the hröa of his soul has simply been asked to endure too much anguish. There is not doubt that he loves his son dearly, but Thranduil has taken strides to put his son at a distance because of his adventurous spirit and the fear of losing the last thing that ties him to the Arda.