It's been a while since my last pencil sketch/digital paint piece, and holy heck do I miss it. I will never get the same control on linework with my tablet that I do on paper.
I've been drawing a wide smattering of Elves lately, and hopefully soon I'll have a good old sketchdump to put up. But right now we have a bereaved Thranduil shortly after taking over his father's throne in the Woodland Realm, being comforted by his not-yet wife.
In my headcanon, Thranduil meets his wife after he comes to the Greenwood rather than in Doriath or Lindon, which gives me my excuse for a dark-headed, so-much-more-awesome-than-full-Sindarin Legolas. Grieved by his father's death and probably a bit haunted by the subtle accusations that Oropher caused the death of Gil-Galad, I imagine Thranduil would appreciate a gentle hand, and so to me, his wife is a singer and a healer, someone who softens his sharp edge.
Let it be known that I adore Lee Pace, but by this point you know I'm super over movie Elves, unless he's rehearsing and saying, "Get out of here. Get out of here, or get in that jacuzzi."