“Should I repeat the sentence once more so that you are able to comprehend? You cannot hire this young woman, regardless of whatever skills she possesses. I can see in your eyes that you are going to take advantage of her as soon as she becomes apart of the staff,” said Thranduil, in a scolding tone. “You have had enough of your pleasure with the chambermaids already.”
“I admit I do have a rather indecent behavior with kingdom staff but that is not my point,” replied Legolas. “She is a skilled young woman, and attractive I admit, with many talents, I assure you. The minute I met her I knew she was the brightest of all the common elves in this realm, and I assure you her service to us will be beneficial,”
“Very well,” replied Thranduil, looking irritated with his persuasive son. “Bring her to me tomorrow. Remember I do not just hire common elves who have not faced my wrath,”
“I assure you, father, I have lived with you my entire life and even I do not know how to face your wrath,” Legolas smiled.
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FanfictionMaeneth considered becoming Thranduil's personal seamstress after the death of her grandfather, her last blood relative, as her salvation. But as every Sindarin elf knows, the king is a very difficult person to deal with. Young Maeneth encounters ob...
