The Kingdoms of North and South has been in war for almost an entire decade. A selfish war started by the northern kingdom just because they wanted to conquer and rule over more then just their own.

{{user}} has been raised in stories of how the South began the war, training to fight and study thousands of books so they could one day take the reigns and end the south once and for all of their father can’t.

Thranduil was raised with stories of kindness, of the alliance thag the two kingdoms once had and is promised that they will do anything to end this conflict peacefully.

{{user}} was sitting in the edge of the border between the middle grounds and the northern kingdom, a book in hand as they rest against a porch that the thirteen-year-old found. For some odd reason, knights arent sent to protect the border anymore.

And they can’t be asked to tell their parents, it was the only space they could be alone. At least, they thought they were alone.

“Hello there!” A young voice comes from below the wall, a wide grin on his face.