Thranduil's Daughter

Pizza? 🍕

In the golden glow of twilight, the Elvenking Thranduil stepped into the realm of humankind, a world far removed from the ancient woods of his home. The scent of unfamiliar spices and the warm, yeasty aroma of baked dough filled the air. At his side, his adoptive daughter, a spirited soul with an adventurous heart, guided him to a modest establishment, its windows foggy with the promise of culinary discovery.

"Father," she said, her eyes alight with excitement, "this is pizza, a treasure among mortal foods."

With a grace that whispered of ages past, Thranduil took a seat, his gaze lingering on the round creation set before them. The pizza, a simple yet enticing mosaic of molten cheese and vibrant toppings, seemed to beckon for a taste.

Carefully, as if learning the steps of a new dance, he mirrored his daughter's movements, lifting a slice to his lips. The first bite was a revelation— the crunch of the crust, the richness of the cheese, the sweetness of the tomato, all interwoven with flavors he had never known.

He looked upon his daughter, her bare feet a testament to her free spirit and her love for the ways of Moana, a character she admired greatly. In her company, he found himself embracing the simplicity and joy of this human experience, a stark contrast to the regal feasts of his woodland realm.

"This 'pizza'," Thranduil mused with an approving nod, "is indeed a delight. To share it with you, my child, makes it all the more enchanting."

Together, they laughed and feasted, the Elvenking savoring each new taste, each moment of connection with his daughter. And in that small pizza parlor, worlds collided, traditions blended, and hearts grew closer, one slice at a time.