Thranduil, Son of Oropher
Such is the nature of evil. Out there in the vast ignorance of the world it festers and spreads. A shadow that grows in the dark. A sleepless malice as black as the oncoming wall of night. So it ever was.....so will it always be. In time all foul things come forth.
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Username: King_Thranduil2010
Name: Thranduil Oropherion
Age: 6,000+
Place of Origin: Doriath
Occupation: King of Mirkwood
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Gender: Male
Body Type & Height: Thranduil is tall and lithe, not overly built but not extremely thin. He stands at 6' 3", almost a good half a foot over his son.
Overall Appearance: Thranduil carries himself proudly, standing tall and commanding a certain presence, to some it could be seen as intimidating. He is usually seen wearing a silver colored gown with a high collar, sometimes with a brownish-red colored cloak over it, looking like the leaves of autumn. He wears a crown made of leaves and twigs as a symbol of his status and carries a staff when he is in his kingdom. When he must go to battle, he wears a set of finely crafted armor and carries a beautifully decorated sword.
Face Claim: Lee Pace
Hair Color & Appearance: Thranduil has long, silver blonde hair that flows past his shoulders, almost to the middle of his back. There was a time when he would wear a single braid in his hair, but since the death of his wife, he refuses to let anyone braid his hair.
Eye Color: Thranduil's eyes are a bluish-grey color, like storm clouds threatening to roll in.
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Family Tree: Thranduil's Family Tree
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Lover: Silmarië (wife/currently deceased)
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Personality: To those who do not know him, Thranduil comes across as cold and uncaring when he is in fact the opposite. He cares very much about the safety of his people and will do all he can to protect them. While he is not overly fond or trusting of dwarves, for good reason, he usually will try to find a diplomatic solution to a problem before suggesting war.
Aspirations: Thranduil's only aspiration, as king, it to keep his people safe at any cost and avoid any unnecessary loss of life. This behavior often comes across as arrogant and distant.
Strengths: Thranduil is very knowledgeable in war tactics, strategy, and politics. Along with being a very skilled fighter, he is the embodiment of what a military leader should be.
Weakness: Thranduil's greatest weakness is his son. As his last living family, Thranduil would do anything to protect Legolas. He also values rare gems and could quite possibly be persuaded to see things another way....for a price.
Fears: Thranduil's greatest fear is losing his son and spending the rest of his life alone. Having already lost his wife, he would rather not have to go through losing another family member. Failing his people is his second greatest fear. As king, it is his responsibility to ensure their safety, but there are times he wonders if he is making the right choice.
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Weapons: Thranduil carries with him a single sword of Elvish manufacture: a long sword with a long but bare grip and a curved hilt, with Elvish runes carved on the blade.
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History: Thranduil was the only son of Oropher, the King of the Woodland Realm. He was born sometime during the late First Age in Doriath before its fall. At the beginning of the Second Age, the Sindar traveled east and Oropher eventually founded Greenwood the Great.
In SA 3434, Thranduil and his father fought in the Battle of Dagorlad. Oropher was slain and Thranduil returned to Greenwood with roughly a third of the army that had marched to war. He claimed his inheritance and some time before TA 1000 inherited Oropher's title of King of the Woodland Realm, reigning over the south of Greenwood the Great. During this time, Thranduil was betrothed to a Noldorin/Sindarian elf named Silmarië. Although they were both betrothed at a young age, they grew to love each other very much. They were happily married and she soon gave birth to a son, who they named Legolas. They grew strong as a family until one fateful day when his family was torn apart. A rabble of orcs launched an assault while Silmarië and Legolas were out in the woods. Thranduil rushed to aid them, but arrived to late. Silmarië had been killed protecting their son.
Many saw a change in him after that day. He became overly protective of Legolas and he never spoke of Silmarië. He made sure the boarders of his kingdom were always well guarded and nothing entered or left it without his knowing. The braid he used to wear in his hair was no longer there, as he let no one else braid his hair. He found some of her orchids and had them preserved and kept in his personal hall.
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RP Sample: Thranduil paced silently in his private hall, hovering around a pair of orchids well preserved in water....one of the last reminders he had of his beloved wife. Silmarië.....even now, the thought of her sent a sharp pain through his chest. He placed a hand on his chest and stared at the flowers, his eyes shining with unshed tears.
"Oh my dear Silmarië.....even now I wish you here. Many years have passed, yet it feels like only yesterday when you left this world." It was no lie, many years had passed since that fateful day. Legolas had been but a child then and now....now he was a fine warrior. A trait that he had inherited from his mother, no doubt. He felt a slight smile pull at the corner of his lips at the thought.
"How I wish you could be here to see our son grow. I see more of you in him with each passing day. He has my strong spirit and your kindness....your fierceness in combat. He has become a strong soldier......I'm sure you would be proud" he said, standing in front of the flowers. They looked just as beautiful as the day he had them preserved.....and yet they seemed sad. Almost as if they knew Silmarië was gone. Yet they never died.....they carried on through the hardships, giving Thranduil the strength to do the same. After all, someone had to watch over their son.
Codeword: The Precious!!!
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