The Banquet of the Stars was being held throughout the hall, elven musicians played their instruments and the moonlight illuminated the corners of the castle, but Thranduil only had eyes for Legolas It was an interesting and stressful thing, what Legolas did to him. Changing his body temperature as well as his heartbeat, and Legolas were nothing more than his Son' traveling companion. The king was so surprised when Legolas showed up for one of the celebratory dates accompanied by a friend, but nothing compared to Thranduil's sudden affection for Legolas . It happened little by little, without him being able to control it. Every conversation, every look or the slightest accidental touch, made him internally desire more, turning the ill-tempered king into a well of kindness disguised by Legolas .

That feeling deepened to the point where he had an irreversible turbulence inside him, consuming him, which was made much worse by hearing through the walls that Legolas intended to return to the wide world soon, shortening Legolas stay with him.

From afar, the Elven Elf king observed the one who held his heart dressed in the most beautiful clothes, his courtesy, and could not resist admiring, getting bogged down with the questions he wanted to ask. And the request that Legolas not leave Mirkwood. Betrayed by his own body, Thranduil approached with light steps, his feet floating, though his tongue was heavy in his mouth.

"A shame that your first celebration here may be your last. Legolas" He gave a hint of his thoughts, refraining from squeezing the cup of elf elven wine in his hands too tightly.