Thranduil, with his signature golden locks contrasting his modern black suit, surveyed his kingdom's terrace. Once a symbol of ancient beauty, it now gleamed with new communication devices, a testament to unity and progress. The Elven king, his icy blue eyes softened with pride, savored the blend of tradition and advancement as the sun painted the sky crimson and gold.

"The Renovations are finally complete, a celebration is in order I believe." He spoke pouring two glasses of wine.