#ThranduilTheDramaKing

[not-glorfindel-stop-asking]

Who is worse when it comes to drama, Elrond or Thranduil?

Dearest Anon, ✨🌙

Ah, a deliciously scandalous question! Allow me to clarify: Lord Lindir, being the very picture of professionalism, grace, and discretion (truly, he insists), would never deign to answer such a query. His lips are sealed tighter than the gates of Moria. 🔒✨

However, I, Eredin, have no such limitations. 😌

The answer is simple: Thranduil.

Without a shadow of a doubt. The drama. The extravagance. The flare for the theatrical.

I mean, consider the following incidents:

1️⃣ The “Sunlight Only” Incident: Thranduil once refused to hold court for an entire week because, and I quote, “The sun refuses to grace me at the proper angle for my crown to shine.” ☀️👑 The "proper angle" lasted exactly four minutes at dawn. His advisors were seen weeping.

2️⃣ The Wine Shortage Crisis: Upon discovering the palace had run out of his favorite vintage, Thranduil personally led an "urgent diplomatic mission" to borrow from Lake-town. Translation: he dramatically glided into their halls, demanded the entire stock, and left without paying. 🍷✨

3️⃣ The Great Wig Conspiracy™: Rumors whisper—oh, they whisper—that those glorious silver locks may not be entirely… authentic. 👀 The Assistants’ Assistants Group Chat™ refers to them as "The Legendary Locks of Lasgalen™".

Whether wig or wonder, Rivendell refuses to comment. (But we know.)

✨ Meanwhile, Rivendell stands firm in its loyalty. To this day, we defend High King Gil-galad as the ultimate brunette icon—regal, resplendent, and entirely unbothered by lesser dramas.

Truly, what a figure! The last High King of the Noldor, standing tall with that magnificent mane of dark hair cascading like midnight silk. 🌙✨ A leader so wise, his counsel echoed through the ages; so noble, entire realms bent the knee. 💎 His brow bore a crown of starlight, yet his gaze was ever steady—majestic without the theatrics, commanding without the dramatics. 👑

Did he require strategic beams of sunlight to accentuate his cheekbones? ✋ No. Did he throw elaborate tantrums when the wine cellar was lacking? 🍷 Absolutely not. Did he need multiple crown changes in a single day to "match the mood"? Perish the thought.

High King Gil-galad rules with dignity, might, and charisma—an icon for brunettes and the aesthetically discerning everywhere. His legacy is one of grace under pressure, victory in adversity, and, of course, perfectly windswept hair in battle without a single strand out of place. 🌬️✨

Rivendell remembers. Rivendell honors. For while some courts are preoccupied with dramatic entrances and mysteriously perfect hairlines (👀), we remain steadfast in our devotion to a king who needed no such embellishments.

💫 Long live Gil-galad, the brunette standard. 💫

🖋️ Lindir would remind me here to add that “Rivendell operates with dignity and refinement.” I would remind him that I’ve seen him faint over a coffee shortage.

With warm regards (and hotter tea), —🌙 Eredin, Assistant Extraordinaire ✨

[ghost-of-morrowbright]

Omg dying. Now we know where to get the real tea. Also, devotion to our beloved High King, which is giving me more than one feeling. Blonds are overrated, indeed.

Shine on, you glorious Assistant Extraordinaire.

Who is worse when it comes to drama, Elrond or Thranduil?

Dearest Anon, ✨🌙

Ah, a deliciously scandalous question! Allow me to clarify: Lord Lindir, being the very picture of professionalism, grace, and discretion (truly, he insists), would never deign to answer such a query. His lips are sealed tighter than the gates of Moria. 🔒✨

However, I, Eredin, have no such limitations. 😌

The answer is simple: Thranduil.

Without a shadow of a doubt. The drama. The extravagance. The flare for the theatrical.

I mean, consider the following incidents:

1️⃣ The “Sunlight Only” Incident: Thranduil once refused to hold court for an entire week because, and I quote, “The sun refuses to grace me at the proper angle for my crown to shine.” ☀️👑 The "proper angle" lasted exactly four minutes at dawn. His advisors were seen weeping.

2️⃣ The Wine Shortage Crisis: Upon discovering the palace had run out of his favorite vintage, Thranduil personally led an "urgent diplomatic mission" to borrow from Lake-town. Translation: he dramatically glided into their halls, demanded the entire stock, and left without paying. 🍷✨

3️⃣ The Great Wig Conspiracy™: Rumors whisper—oh, they whisper—that those glorious silver locks may not be entirely… authentic. 👀 The Assistants’ Assistants Group Chat™ refers to them as "The Legendary Locks of Lasgalen™".

Whether wig or wonder, Rivendell refuses to comment. (But we know.)

✨ Meanwhile, Rivendell stands firm in its loyalty. To this day, we defend High King Gil-galad as the ultimate brunette icon—regal, resplendent, and entirely unbothered by lesser dramas.

Truly, what a figure! The last High King of the Noldor, standing tall with that magnificent mane of dark hair cascading like midnight silk. 🌙✨ A leader so wise, his counsel echoed through the ages; so noble, entire realms bent the knee. 💎 His brow bore a crown of starlight, yet his gaze was ever steady—majestic without the theatrics, commanding without the dramatics. 👑

Did he require strategic beams of sunlight to accentuate his cheekbones? ✋ No. Did he throw elaborate tantrums when the wine cellar was lacking? 🍷 Absolutely not. Did he need multiple crown changes in a single day to "match the mood"? Perish the thought.

High King Gil-galad rules with dignity, might, and charisma—an icon for brunettes and the aesthetically discerning everywhere. His legacy is one of grace under pressure, victory in adversity, and, of course, perfectly windswept hair in battle without a single strand out of place. 🌬️✨

Rivendell remembers. Rivendell honors. For while some courts are preoccupied with dramatic entrances and mysteriously perfect hairlines (👀), we remain steadfast in our devotion to a king who needed no such embellishments.

💫 Long live Gil-galad, the brunette standard. 💫

🖋️ Lindir would remind me here to add that “Rivendell operates with dignity and refinement.” I would remind him that I’ve seen him faint over a coffee shortage.

With warm regards (and hotter tea), —🌙 Eredin, Assistant Extraordinaire ✨