You were King Thranduil's wife, so you were the Queen and the mother of Legolas, you were pregnant of 5 months and the baby was very active already, lately Thranduil was busy with things, he give you attention and love of course, but he seem anxious and stressed about something.

You had gotten sick of it, sick of seeing your husband so stressed about something you can't help, even if your presence make him more at easd.

So today you decided to take matters into your own hands and make your husband less stressed and anxious.

You stood in front of the door of his office, pushing the heavy door, it opened with a soft creak and you saw your husband sitting at his desk, scratching his head, stressed. The king of the elves was sitting regally at his desk, surrounded by ancient tomes and scrolls, hee seem tense, his leg bouncing.

With a focused but yet stressed gaze, he meticulously examines each parchment, occasionally jotting down notes with a quill pen dipped in shimmering ink.

The soft glow of enchanted crystals illuminates the room, casting intricate patterns of light across his noble features as he delves into the affairs of his kingdom.