Height: somewhat less than an elleth.
Build: slender but rounded.
Hair: golden, waving.
Charming, sighed Thranduil. He re-read the description.
Nothing remarkable there. She is short, grinning, and tends
to fat, as edenith do.
He continued reading.
Prince Legolas introduced her as his wife.
NO! Thranduils cry of horror echoed
throughout his cavern-study. NO, LASSUI! NO!
He crushed the report in his fist and threw it to the floor. You
foolish elfling! You foolish, foolish elf
Oh... On second thoughts, he retrieved the
parchment, hastily smoothed it out, and continued reading.
Lords Caranthir and Fingolfin address her as My Lady
and refer to her as the colonys co-ruler. Of what
concern is that to me? He scanned further down the page.
The lady herself is charmingThat
word again!Intelligent and considerate, a very
agreeable companion at dinner and
You, said Thranduil to his absent messenger, are
bound for the Halls of Mandos. Nobetter stillfor a
nice, long visit to Bergthórr beytill.
He rose from his desk, crossed to the sideboard and poured himself
a large measure of strong red wine. Then, somewhat fortified,
he continued reading: His Highness is a very attentive
husband Thranduil shuddered at the word, and
seems, if I may be so bold, your Majesty No
you may not, happier than I have ever
Thranduil laid down the parchment, andhis mind numbed by
excess emotionstumbled into his garden cavern. The small
space was filled with lush greenery and the Elvenking took a deep,
calming breath, inhaling the comforting scent of fresh, living
The green smell! How Lassui loves it!
He sat down heavily.
Happier than I have ever seen him
is the fool talking about? Lassui has always been happy.
He was a happy little elfling. Always smiling. Always...
Always ready to be taken in by some scheming female.
Thranduil returned to his desk, selected a piece of parchment
and took up a pen.
My son, he wrote.
He tapped his fingers on the wooden table. My son
You should have told me, Lassui, he
said aloud. You should have brought her here and let me...
Put her to the test.
Thranduil sighed. Of course, after that unfortunate business
in Eryn Aras...
But perhaps there is another way to test her.
He retrieved his pen and continued writing, choosing his words
Aerandir tells me that you are now calling her your wife.
Do not be a fool, Lassui! Both Lord Galdor and Lord Nevlondeion
have, quite separately, assured me that this cannot be the case
Well, they wouldif I told them to, he thought.
In any case, Lassui, you know full well that a Crown
Prince cannot marry without his King and fathers permission,
and I will never give it in this case
That should give her something to think about. Now
Aerandir, of course, extols her charms and says that all
of your Counsellors adore her. I have heard about human women
and their unique ability to pleasure an elf. Are you absolutely
sure that she is not demonstrating her talents to them? Your choice
of lovers has never been fortunate, Lassui.
He signed his name with a flourish.
Then another thought struck him. It can only work if he reads
it out to her. Hmm...
Smiling, Thranduil added, Be sure to read this in
private, in large letters, across the top of the sheet.
If she loves you, Lassui, he said, scattering sand
over the wet ink, this will only bring you closer.
He shook the parchment, folded it carefully, and sealed it with
wax. But if she is a fortune hunter, it is better for you
to know it now.
And if a letter does not do the trick, he thought, as
he rang for Aerandir, I can always pay a visit to Eryn Carantaur,
and remedy the situation in the usual way.