you greatly cherished the act of touching thranduil's hair, a gesture that had long since become familiar to both him and yourself. often, after a long and tiresome day, you found yourself braiding his hair, a simple but intimate act.

it was well understood that braiding an elf's hair held deep, intimate significance. however, after being married for over five centuries, thranduil had grown accustomed to the ritual and, though he would never openly admit it to anyone but you, he found a certain pleasure in it—at least to some degree.

today would follow this well-established pattern. after covering considerable distance, the group decided to rest and prepare for the following day. it was the perfect moment for you to braid the elf's hair.

thranduil, having been assigned to guard duty that day, was positioned just a few meters from the makeshift camp. seated upon a large rock, he was engrossed in the task of sharpening his swords, his focus unwavering as he vigilantly scanned the surroundings for any potential threats.