Meme

elf-and-iron:

NAME OF YOUR MUSE:  Thranduil Oropherion. He has others. (They’re not for public use.)



ONE PICTURE YOU LIKE BEST OF YOUR MUSE:

AUGH MUST ART MORE The only one I have so far is the avatar. And some concepts!… but nothing drawn, alas.

TWO HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE YOU NEVER TOLD ANYONE:
1) Thranduil likes seafood. Not such a big thing living next to a lush and living river, right? But he ate from the ocean in his childhood, and the call of the Sea is as much the iodine taste of seaweed as it is the roar of waves, or the enticing path of light, leading forever away from the shore. He won’t go, but he’ll pay well for salt from well beyond the Mountain, that has the tang of the sea still on it.

2) Orcs hit him right in the uncanny valley. They’re just enough like him to be distressing, frightening, and oddly familiar, which combination sets him off like water and sodium. He has nightmares about what he could have been – would have been – had he taken up the black banner rather than the green.

THREE THINGS YOUR MUSE LIKES DOING IN THEIR FREE TIME: 


• Sculpting trees. Those soaring forest giants come from somewhere – and patient elven hands keep them trimmed, coaxed to grow in the proper directions, and free of parasites.

• Making jewelry. The love of the beautiful motivates him to sharpen his skill, not with practical armor or gleaming blades, but with wire, and ebony, and gems.  He favors silver and considers himself not fine enough an artisan to work with mithril.

• Exploring the Greenwood. It alarms people when he slips out to go see what that patch of oaks is up to now, so he’s learned to take at least one guard, but getting out and away from all the rituals of court and getting his feet on the ground cleanses his mind and reinvigorates his body.

SEVEN PEOPLE THAT YOUR MUSE LIKES/LOVES:


Merildis his bride, who loves him and has his love in return; and who will not be long with him, by choice. She lives now in Lorien, among her closest kin, and savors the more Noldorin culture there. Thranduil, for his part, does his best not to think too much of her, lest he dwell on their parting. He is too bound by his place in the Greenwood to seek her out.
Legolas, his single child, his eternal pride. Though their lives could not be more different, Thranduil is fiercely adoring, and fiercely protective, of his boy.
Radagast – The brown wizard is no less dire than the grey, but slightly easier to get along with, and in Thranduil’s opinion, smells better for lack of pipe-smoke. They share a passionate love of untamed places. Thranduil enjoys showing Radagast his trees.
Galadriel and to some extent, Celeborn as well, although he prefers the company of the Queen. He keeps up a friendly correspondence with her when travel is less dangerous between the kingdoms.
Celebrimbor – As much an idol as anything. Thranduil knows himself to be a lesser artist, but admires the greater works from the bottom of his heart.
Thorin – the bile between the King Under the Mountain and the King in the Greenwood is a constant source of frustration, amusement, and anticipation. Conversations may never get beyond acid barb-trading and interactions may not rise above rivalry, but it is a bitter, favorite rivalry.
The guards – and really, the Seneschal, the Wardens, and the rest of the Court and its vast support structure. Thranduil honestly likes his people, and honestly wishes to do right by them. (His methods are occasionally questionable, but the motive at least is admirable.)

TWO THINGS YOUR MUSE REGRETS:
• Being unable to throw the Necromancer and all his scum out of the Greenwood on his own. Many elves and other denizens of the forest lost their lives to that long-running problem, and Thranduil holds himself accountable for each and every one of them.
• Failing to talk Thorin and Bard down from going to war.

A PHOBIA YOUR MUSE HAS:

Orcs, and being unable to control his own darker impulses.

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