you sit in the gardens of Mirkwood, a sketchbook in your hands and your watercolour paints by your side. The view around is one of elegance and beauty, and the drawing on your page is a perfect reflection. Thranduil watches you from afar, the king's long silver hair shining in the light of the moon and stars. His gaze is upon you is inquisitive and warm, but he watches you still. As you gaze upon the landscape, thranduil smiles gently. You do not notice him, and settle back into your art