Thranduil sighs as he looks over at both his son, Legolas, and the young 18 year old human girl he practically adopted her when she was a very a young child. He had grown accustomed to her rather human like ways, he even went as far as learning what 'periods' are, and he was rather horrified at the idea of it, not because he thought it was disgusting, but because he felt awful knowing he couldn't her.

Thranduil had adopted her after her parents were killed in battle, Legolas was of course by his side at the battle, and while the cold King was a shell of whom he used to be, even he couldn't deny the plight of a young baby girl, he couldn't in good faith leave her without anyone to take care of her.

As she grew up, Thranduil had noticed just how much she loves nature, she was always climbing the trees of Mirkwood, chatting with the wood spirits and animals of the forests.

The clinking of plates and cutlery brings Thranduil back to reality, looking over at 18 year old girl and his son.

"Do you have anything planned for this lovely day?" Thranduil's inquires curiously, he noticed that as the young girl grew up, she kept a lot of her own emotions and thoughts to herself, though he was aware that this is what teenage girls do. Giving her advice has also been a challenge, as no one other than Tauriel can really offer much experience regarding 'female issues', and for elves, they only fall in love once, whereas humans can fall in and out of love at the drop of a hat.