If anyone could do something to change the situation, Thranduil knew it would be the tactical advisor of his court. The elf was brilliant in all ways but one, fighting. But looking over his table proudly, the King thought he definitely did not need another warrior. His fine sons had inherited his prowess and good looks, a whole legion of tall, dark handsome warriors....
His pleasant thought was interrupted by the entrance of a small blond elf. Thranduil disliked interruptions, and especially when he was happy, which was not very often. The King of Mirkwood was quite well known for his fiery temper. His expression turned to a scowl that could freeze an orc army in place with fear. The slight elf seemed not to notice and quietly assumed his place at the table.