Thranduil Oropherion, King of Mirkwood

Deep in the Woodland realm there dwells creatures fairer than any other beings in Middle-Earth. They are tall, broad shouldered, light on their feet and lovely to gaze upon. Their hair is the most brilliant gold and softer than silk. 
They are the elves. 
They are governed and ruled by a king. The Elvenking.
He is said to be ill in the mind. Having no feelings. No regard for any kingdom but his own. Once has he turned his back on a civilization in need, and he would not hesitate to repeat that decision if given a chance. 
But besides his mental state, he is quite nice to look at. His prominent cheekbones, golden hair that barely reaches his lower back, fair porcelain skin and perfectly formed brows. His icy blue orbs that can slice into a being's soul with one glance. He is by far the loveliest of them all. 

"A quest to reclaim a homeland and slay a dragon."

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