The emotional line between a dryad who has protected Thranduil's father for thousands of years and his son Thranduil.
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We, lift your feet! You stepped on my foundation. Pedogal looked at the blonde beauty and the guards behind him with a gloomy expression.
Seeing that he didn't make any move, Peduo thought that he didn't explain clearly, so he switched to vernacular language;
Son of Oropher, you have stepped on the roots of my tree.
Thranduil: You and this jungle are mine, nothing will matter if you step on them twice.
This article is also known as (What should I do if the blond beauty always likes to stand on the root of my tree and look at the scenery), a light-hearted love article, and it may be abusive just writing it.