Working with him is just plain impossible, he listens to nobody and these days has become suspicious of everybody, including his closest kin, how his wife stands him is a miracle.
He sits clad in white on a cushioned thrown. Were in his youth he grasped a long sword now he clutches at jeweled bracelets. Were in his youth his clothes would be covered in grass stains, from sitting in camp fires with all his realm, now they are covered in fine dust from his halls.
His robes should be stained black from piles of vanquished foe, but instead those hated Noldo lead the fight against darkness. An invisible cage protects us from death, yet the shame it brings is tenfold for we do nothing but pray that the peace will hold.
Thingol with his shinning silver strands, has pushed his family away. How many nephews and old friends will he loose before this madness passes? First, he drove Eöl away. The old forest twisted him, but in his youth he was a sweet boy and so very shy. There was a time when the scariest thing was to talk to a girl. Oh, but Thingol pushed him away. Eöl couldn't stand the inactivity. Then there was Celeborn. Young naive Celeborn, the king could do no wrong in his eyes,adult Celeborn saw the flaws. He couldn't stand the discrimination and hatred against his bride. Then Lady Agripa, his oldest friend. They woke together on Cunivens shores and worked as equals for many yen, building up the Sindar into a pride full people. Yet Thingol met Melian and forgot that Agripa existed, it broke her soul. There was Arvyra and Daeron and all his trusted Captains all gone from his heart because of pure unyielding stubbornness.
Working for him has become a monumental task. The diplomats are struggling to keep relations with the Dwarves peaceful. The army is severly underpaid, even the secretaries pay for ink and quills from their pockets. Thingol listens to no advisor and his once fair judgment has become cruel punishment.
Yet what can a plain seamstress do, she cannot leave since she would have to leave Doriath and become a second class citizen in the eyes of the Noldo. Now she must stay and scourge the city for cloth to match the precious Silmarili
