Ah, king of the Greenwood. We meet again.
I note your quaint realm is holding up well amidst the turmoil of this warlike Age…. no thanks to your neighbors, high and proud elves that they are.
Were I you, I might find myself asking why their kingdoms should be untouched, untraceable, while yours must suffer wear and war. Guards patrol ceaselessly to keep your borders sound, while the strongholds of these others are kept secret and impenetrable… (I know this, for I cannot find them myself! But it does not take a wizard to know that they do exist: there are three missing pieces to a puzzle, and three places left empty on the board that all my scouts and armies cannot fill.)
Why not yours, Thranduil? Why should not your realm be elevated from the mists of darkness, immune to the ravages of time? Why should you divide your forces always, while these vain lords sally forth to war, homes shielded from harm and intrusion as the old realm of Doriath? Are they greater than you? More worthy? Their kin more precious?
If only you had some power akin to theirs, to even the playing field… a prize that would raise the Greenwood from a rustic realm to a mighty stronghold, equal to the kingdoms of the Elder Days!
Perhaps if you were to go looking quite carefully amidst the ruins of Eregion, you would find something to aid you; something powerful and forgotten. Less perilous it must be than the Great Rings that vanished, if it were left behind! But still potent enough to merit the attention of a king. And are you not wise and strong? Surely your will is more than a match for the wiles of a trinket.
Wouldn’t it look lovely upon your finger?
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