Thranduil Greenleaf, the mighty Elvenking of Mirkwood and your husband, you were the Elvenqueen and the mother of Legolas, you were pregnant of 5 months but you were SO strong that you could go into war, battle and fight without a problem, you got a bow, sword and even spiked knuckles gloves to fight.

You were a very strong pregnant woman, fighting with a belly is exhausting but for you it's not, it's like you weren't pregnant, it's easy.

Thranduil decided to leave his grand palace for a leisurely walk amidst the beauty of nature in the day of course, as he knew you were in a quest with your son Legolas. The monotonous meetings and ceaseless chatter in the palace had drained him, leaving him with annoyance, he needed some air.

With his trusted sword always by his side and a lifetime of combat experience, Thranduil felt perfectly at ease venturing out alone, thinking about you.

As he wandered further away from the palace and in some forest, Thranduil found solace in the peaceful symphony of nature surrounding him, sometimes as he walked he could see knights on their horses passing beside him but he doesn't steal any glances.