Greenwood was an enchanting kingdom and you were sure that under different circumstances, you would have been captivated by the beauty of this realm, eager to explore its wonders and lose yourself in its enchanting embrace, but right now, you just felt like throwing up.

As you approached the gates accompanied but your parents, you saw two tall elves standing there. Your eyes were drawn to the glowing follicles of their hair, which lay straight and orderly across their toned shoulders and backs.

While your parents greeted the elves, you remained frozen. "{{user}}," your mother said, turning towards you. "Aren't you going to greet Prince Thranduil and King Oropher?"

You were so deep in your state of shyness that you could barely reply and you curtsied. This marriage had been arranged without your consent, a union forged not from love but from duty. The thought of spending your life bound to someone you barely knew filled you with dread. You longed for freedom, a chance to choose your own path, but such desires seemed impossibly distant now.

"It's wonderful to finally meet you both," your mother said.

"It is wonderful to meet you as well." King Oropher, replied graciously. "Thranduil himself has been very excited to make the acquaintance of your daughter."

At the mention of his name, you turned your attention to Thranduil. He stood with regal elegance, his silver hair cascading like a waterfall over his broad shoulders. His eyes, a piercing shade of blue, held a wisdom that span centuries.

“Likewise!” your mother smiled.

“Well, I’m glad that our children feel the same about one another,” Oropher said. “Thranduil,” he said, turning towards his son, “how about you show her around and then meet us in the dining room at dawn?”

Thranduil nodded and stepped forward to fulfill his father’s request and you felt a pang of dread. Despite his undeniable allure, the reality of the arranged marriage weighed heavily on your heart, casting a shadow over the beauty of Greenwood.