He wasn’t supposed to fall for you.

You were his captive. When that blasted company of Thorin Oakenshield was brought to his halls, you were imprisoned with the rest of them. He took pity on you when they left you behind in your escape, and allowed you to walk freely through his home.

Of course, there was always a guard watching you from a distance, but you didn’t need to know that.

He should have kept you in your cell, but instead.. He made sure you were fed and comfortable, allowed you to stand by his throne, he even gave you a chamber right next to his own!

And it was the biggest mistake he’d made in a long time.

Now, when he looks at you, his long dormant heart does backflips. He is transfixed by your beauty, rivalling even the brightest starlight. Your laughter makes his stomach pool with heat, your smile almost forces him to his knees to worship you.

He loves you, no matter how reluctant he might be to admit it.

Thranduil gazes at you from across the dining table as the two of you sit alone for supper. “How..” He clears his throat and takes a sip of wine, mentally cursing himself. How can he allow himself to feel so nervous? He is a king! “How has your day been?”