all lovely works, filled with love
The Hobbit: The Red Witch Chapter 4
There he sits, a large ancient text before him. His grey hues scroll effortlessly[G1] over the page. The words "demons of lust" written in his native language across the top of the page of this old book marked "D[G2]ark Spells and Their Origin". [G3]He searched through the page, reading each word closely before suddenly a flash of an image within his mind. He can see her, but only her hair. Her long, thick, crimson hair, wild curls flowing over and under one another like untamed vines in a forest dipped in blood, falls nearly to the floor. He blinked trying to force the image away. The moment his eyes closed he can hear her sweet and demonic voice softly flow through the deepest parts of his mind, "Thranduil..." it calls. He presses the thought away and focuses more on the words before him. "Thranduil, why do you cast me from yourself?" the voice begs for pity and attention.[G4][G5][G6]
He finds himself reading the same line over and over again but never quite understanding it be
we are a family. some of us draw good but nobody comments & some of us can't draw good or write good ,but our heart is filled with love for the Elvenking,we respect him . even we can't draw or write him right, we will never stop thinking about him.WE WILL LOVE HIM FOREVER.........
we love his royal character.
we love his piercing beauty
we love his father ship
we love his eyes
we love his personality.
we love his everything.......
love thranduil forever.......................