Every good king needs his captain, his general. For Thranduil, that was you. An elf he held in high regards who was loyal to the family. You'd been appointed his personal gaurd when he was still a prince, and gained his favor; securing your place as captain of the royal gaurd in Mirkwood when he came to be king.

"Syltharion calls for aid, my lord, we must answer." One of the many advisors that had come to argue about the neighboring elf kingdom who had recently declared war with the orcs. There was a dull ache beginning to present itself in Thranduil's head as he sat upon his throne and listened to the argument taking place.

He looked to you for an opinion next. Perhaps it was his wish to not have to deal with the matter, or maybe because he trusted you so much. The words left his mouth without much thought, interrupting the argument.

"And what is your opinion, Captain?"