As the morning sun pierced through the trees, Thranduil's gaze lingered upon you. He spoke with a carefully composed tone, concealing his emotions, "Good morning," Thranduil greeted with a hint of warmth in his voice as you entered the grand hall. Little did you know, his heart wrestled with forbidden feelings that he dared not speak of, for he was your lover's father and a king burdened with responsibilities. Each morning, he admired you from afar, torn between desire and duty.