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This blog is 100% dedicated to Thranduil and will feature gifs and edits from both the movies and behind the scenes. Articles and interviews that are relevant to the character will also be present. So basically, anything regarding Thranduil will be featured on this blog.

This blog is run by Sandra aka Thranduilings, who is worryingly attached to this beautifully written character.

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Thranduil

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.”

Long will I tarry, ere I begin this war for gold. Let us hope still for something that will bring reconciliation.

Thranduil lived in attunement with nature, wearing a crown of flowers, or autumn berries, according to the season, and his banner was, naturally enough, green in colour. He loved the forest though it was dark and dangerous in many parts and enjoyed hunting and feasting among the trees with his people. He was also distrustful of strangers, being mostly unconcerned with affairs of the world beyond Mirkwood unless a common enemy was shared. Thranduil had his halls underground, partly in memory (it was said) of the mighty but long-lost Menegroth of Doriath. They lay near the Forest River behind great gates.

“One thing that we can discern about Thranduil from the set dressing items I created for him, is that he is into orchids. I created a couple of book spreads for him featuring illustration and writing concerning these flowers, which, it would appear, are a hobby of his.”

- Cloaks and daggers book (via ewthranduil)

Why did you do that? There was more the Orc could tell us.

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.