“On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again.
In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers.
In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.”Lee Pace: Thranduil
“On his head was a crown of berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again.
In the spring he wore a crown of woodland flowers.
In his hand he held a carven staff of oak.”Lee Pace: Thranduil