Why are we not talking about desperation Thranduil betrays in this scene. It starts with shock and grief over pile of dead bodies in Dale, bringing back memories of all these wars they fought for causes of others, losing so much, HER, to him like losing everything? He sees his soldiers slaughtered yet again and he remembers, before, when he was idealist, when he believed in purpose of this fight, until he lost her, until he lost everything that matters. It’s a sharp reminder, and it terrifies him, how close to going through this all over again he is now. With Legolas. Legolas is out there, chasing the feeling of complete, of belonging by fighting for someone else’s freedom, someone else’s justice, someone else’s home, as he himself hasn’t got one. Legolas is out there, sacrificing himself in this war. I will not sacrifice any more Elvish blood is the first rock in avalanche of fear that paralises him. Until finally he’s choking with one thought, on thought only: I will not lose my son. Not him. Not after her. Not after my father before. So he looks for him with this SHEER DESPERATION, maybe it’s too late, maybe it’s too late for them anyway. But it’s not too late for him. there is so much he can do, SO GREAT HE CAN BE. The only choice of this family of this realm to become what is should always be: HOMELAND. Have I lost you too? And then he sees him … THERE’S RELIEF, THERE’S APOLOGY, THERE’S LONGING, THERE’S PRIDE, THERE’S SO MUCH LOVE. And then he knows what he has to do anyway . . if he really loves him, if he ever did. He needs to let him leave this prison he built for him. He needs to let him go for him to become a man, a soldier, a prince he was always meant to be. And so he does.
Because he loves him this much.
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