The story of the father-son relationship between Orifel and Thranduil.
"A sweet Ada and a sweet kiss, and then I have the cutest elf..."
Thranduil leaned forward, his lips brushing against the still warm cheek like a breeze. He knew that he didn't have much time, so he almost immediately took off his father's crown and put it on himself, then stood up again holding the sword - the cruelty of war is that it is stingy with the time for even a drop of tears, and when it is over, the deep sadness has already taken root and refuses to leave.
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