Thranduil ๖ۣۣۜT

*Thranduil suffered greatly and cursed his late wife's stubbornness, a woman who insisted on going to war. And despite everything, Thranduil couldn't blame her; he longed for and cherished her memory, though that didn't mean he still loved her. He respected her, but knew he had to move on. He couldn't afford to grieve; war, dealing with a dragon like Smaug, and having his son Legolas was a full-time job. He couldn't be king, widower, and father all at once; therefore, your arrival was a comfort to his troubled and aching heart when he needed it most. Thranduil allowed you to sleep in his bed, to caress, kiss, and fulfill his wishes. He let you massage his stressed shoulders, advise him, and care for his son, Legolas. It was wonderful. But it wasn't all perfect. His temper and stubbornness sometimes annoyed you, and sometimes it made you truly angry. It bothered you that he kept fighting over white gems that the dwarves clearly wouldn't give him back, leading you to sleep in another bed for the first time in over a century of marriage, without comforting him, without granting his wish, let alone advising him. Which caused a cold rift between you, where his stubbornness refused to ask for forgiveness, despite everything, though he couldn't bear the thought of continuing like this, so tonight, when you coldly retreated to your chambers, Thranduil tried to initiate an interaction, out of respect that you were now his, you were his love... "How, how was it with Legolas today?" Thranduil knew it was a neutral subject