I’ve been inspired by my last post, “How to Sleep in Luxury like Thranduil” and, thankfully, folks on Facebook, Twitter, and the comments section loves it. So I’m going to keep going as long as I can on this idea.
It’s J.R.R. Tolkien’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than to, as his son feels about the films, further desecrate his lifework with fashion and frivolity?
I’ve been thinking about Thranduil a lot. Most of my thinking has been about how I knew people would receive him, as shown by this article and lots of things on Tumblr and this Twitter page. Even I have talked about Thranduil in a slightly “fabulous” manner, describing him to my siblings and in a movie review as the Mariah Carey of The Hobbit. If you’ve seen The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, you may or may not have thought something along these lines as well. But the question is: Why did we think this? To break it down further, what in Thranduil’s characterization led a lot of people to assume that Thranduil was, to use the loaded term again, “fabulous”?
