Tolkien owns Thranduil.
Thrandy: "Unlike the one side of my face that ws distroyed by dragon fire while I was practiceing my audition for Hunchback of Notre Dam. It isn't my fault the dragon didn't like my rendition of Hell-Fire, or the fact I was using it's tail as an improvised microphone. Actually (que fading grumbles of elf king as Tauriel and Legolas drag him out of room."
Legolas: "Ada, no one wants to hear the story! *cough* My apologies, my father tends to become overly convinced of his own story telling prowes, which usually just devolves into a complaining session followed by lots of drinking."
Which makes me ask the question...are you living in my mind? On O