This article is a modern fanfic derived from "The Lord of the Rings" and "The Hobbit". Protagonists: Thranduil, Elon, Legolas. Elements: Italy, □□, Europe
When Thranduil opened his eyes, the seat next to him was empty.
He tilted his head, which was too heavy due to hangover, and thought: It's all over.
Everything, just like this, ended.
Nothing actually changed. The room is still as tidy as ever. The thick curtains had been opened at some point, and the sunlight shone on Thranduil from between the fine stitches of the milky white gauze curtain, and he unexpectedly felt a touch of warmth.
Thranduil likes darkness. Light belongs to the noisy world during the day, to the traffic and intrigue, to the dazzling light reflected from the glass windows of every palm-tree-filled beach and skyscraper in Iberia, but he needs darkness, darkness to make people think. He has long been accustomed to being watched, accustomed to walking in the sun, and existing in the comments of others who are either jealous or envious. But when he came home, he...