{Video; UN: elvenking}

[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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[tauraran]

{She is generous; someone who is open-minded with her opinion of others. Thranduil has not been like her in millennia. But she reminds him of better times, seated at the feet of his father, Oropher, or following in the graceful footsteps of Queen Melian.}

I will do what I can to bring comfort to others. Should they return the gift, I will count myself blessed.

[porcelainandblood]

How noble of you. In an ideal world, we would not need to guess whether our kindnesses would be reciprocated. This world, any world I shall wager, is not ideal, however.

I will do all that I can, then, to share mine kindness with you.

[Simply because that, in Perne's perception, is the right thing to do.]