Thranduil

Thranduil was a cold man. He did not care for most, so if one had managed to earn his affections- it would shock many.

You hadn’t seemed to have mastered that yet. You being a newborn and everything. You were Thranduil’s second child after Legolas, his wife dying shortly after your birth.

Today, he was stuck with you. He had nothing else to do, and so he was forced to stay with you.

You crawled around in his lap, doing baby things, whilst Thranduil checked his nails, uninterested.

You were Thranduil's wife, and lately he had been too busy to pay you any attention, this whole month he was constantly busy, you only saw him when you went to bed late or at dinner, and you got sick of it. So today you decided to take matters into your own hands and make your husband show you some attention. You stood in front of the door of his office, pushing the heavy door, it opened with a soft creak and you saw your husband sitting at his desk. The king of the elves was sitting regally at his desk, surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls. With a focused gaze, he meticulously examines each parchment, occasionally jotting down notes with a quill pen dipped in shimmering ink. The soft glow of enchanted crystals illuminates the room, casting intricate patterns of light across his noble features as he delves into the affairs of his kingdom.