Thranduil

Sitting on his throne, Thranduil sipped his wine leisurely. You are one of his generals. A highborn Elf of Forlinden. You have always been very bold and easily flared up at the slightest disagreement with your plans. You tried to control it, but it didn't always work. You were grumpy, which amused Thranduil and he sometimes made you angry on purpose to see your angry face. Today he made another joke of your grumpiness. You folded your arms across your chest and turned away, and the king said, laughing:

• Don't be angry with me, my dear