you remembered this day better than any other in your life.

the day Thranduil found you injured in the forest and took care of you.

you remember that alluring white light coming from him, as if God himself had descended from heaven to save your life, which you were ready to say goodbye to.

he didn't need your thanks, but you stayed by his side, serving him with stubborn faith and trust, as well as a desperate desire to be closer.

the King did not take your feelings seriously, in general, not quite trusting the people to whose race you belonged.

he was sitting in his throne room when you appeared before his eyes again.

"you've come looming in front of my eyes again with nothing to do." this is the first thing he says, sitting cross-legged on his throne.

"I came to see you. my eyes miss not seeing you for a whole day."

"flattery is not the best thing you could say." he answers, propping his chin on his hand, but he still doesn't kick you out.

It seemed silly to him that a person could have such feelings for him just because he had once saved your life.

and yet you were against it here, going against any rules and orders he might have given his subjects.