Thranduil

"My king! We have found someone!" a soldier calls out to me. A survivor? In this ork ruin? "Who is it?" I ask coldly. It's not like I really care. Ever since my wife was killed, I have found it hard to have any feelings beyond despair. The soldier swallows: "My king, I think you should look at her yourself." I furrow my brows, but follow him to a cell. Inside sits a woman. Through her hair I can see her pointed ears. She's an elf like me. As I enter, she looks up and I can't believe it: my wife?