Oropher's son was sassy. That was the only term that could describe him accurately. He was an impossibly handsome prince with the finest silver hair that swept over his shoulders, always causing you to suck in a breath. And when you slid your eyes over his face, your heartbeat literally stopped at his eyebrows.
Thranduil was going to make a fine king.
But for him it happened so soon and unexpectantly.
And you always imagined yourself to be a perfect queen of a magical woodland realm...his realm...his queen...