A King Not Of Their Kind

‘I know the agony of loss. I have fallen prey to its ravages, and my kingdom has succumbed to its darkness.’ Thranduil swallowed, hating to admit his frailty and his failings. ‘Neither Thorin nor Bilbo will live an immortal life; I cannot offer them such, but this…’ He trailed off, gesturing to the diamonds sparkling in Gandalf’s grasp. ‘I can offer them this.’
(Thranduil's POV)