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[tauraran]

{He is a king without his elegant trappings - but, really, he doesn't need them. The robe he wears catches the light with the smallest of motions, glittering faintly as if precious jewels are woven in the fabric. His hair is bound into a single thick braid that lays against his back and his circlet is elsewhere - as are his rings.}

How many parents reside in Lunatia? Are you separated from your children if so? {The flickering light on the table before him is all the illumination he requires as he works on a sketch. The drawing depicts trees and a variety of animal life beneath their mighty boughs.}

My fear for my son increases by the day and I have found no relief for it. I hardly realized how helpless I could feel as a father.

{His attention shifts from the sketch of the forest to a second sketch of a face much like his own - yet different enough that it must be his son.}

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[lioness_rampant]

Well, it was ten thousand years ago, but I was... asleep for most of that time.

[ Allura isn't sure if he'd know what cryostasis is or not, but she's guessing it's the latter. ]

I am sorry for your loss.

But... where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself. I am Princess Allura of Planet Altea.

[tauraran]

{Ten thousand! Thranduil's brows rise in shock.}

I must say, you do not look ancient. An Elf of those years from my world would have seen Arda from her earliest days!

{He bows his head, a strand of gold escaping his braid.}

And I am sorry for yours. Well met, Princess. I am King Thranduil of the Woodland Realm.

[lioness_rampant]

Yes, ten thousand, though as I mentioned, I was asleep. I do not have even thirty lived years to my name.

[ At the mention of his name, Allura's brows also arch very slightly. Where has she heard it before...? Oh, wait! Hadn't Fjord said this was the one who touched his ears without first asking? But she schools her features quickly. He seems nice enough, but perhaps that's thanks to the topic at hand. ]

Well met, King Thranduil. I'm sure you must miss your home. Hopefully your stay has not been unpleasant thus far?

[tauraran]

Ah I see. Why were you put into such a long slumber?

{Yes, that does sound like him. Fjord had disturbed him, at first, until he had gotten to know him. Now he finds himself feeling almost fond of the Half-Orc, which is saying quite a lot for any Arda Elf.}

I have not been taxed and I did enjoy searching for treasure. When the Iris phase comes, I may feel differently.

[lioness_rampant]

It's a long story... [ She sighs softly. ]

At that time, we had been betrayed by one who had once been our ally--Zarkon, the Emperor of a people known as the Galra. We withstood their attacks for months, but their numbers were superior and they were relentless. My father chose to face Zarkon in combat, but he knew I would not abandon him, so he put me to sleep and sent me away.

[tauraran]

He made a difficult decision. I assume he perished in the fight? {He would have done the same for Legolas in a heart-beat. He always hated when his son went out hunting or participated in a battle. It never mattered how skilled or agile Legolas had become.}

What became of Zarkon?

[lioness_rampant]

Yes, Zarkon took my father's life. He still lives to this day, and thus, the responsibility of ending his tyranny has fallen to me.

[tauraran]

What will you do to defeat him? Do you have weapons your father lacked?

[lioness_rampant]

[ Allura grimaces minutely at the question. It's true their situation is... rather desperate. ]

We have a weapon--a robot known as Voltron. It is incredibly powerful.

[tauraran]

I am certain you will put them to good use. {Desperate or not, they must fight.}