Thranduil Greenleaf, the Elvenking, your husband, you were the Elvenqueen and the mother of Legolas Greenleaf. You and Thranduil, even after knowing yourself for centuries and decades, still love eachothers, even more and more everyday.

Right now there was a party in a bar not far from the palace, where dwarfs, elves etc, were there, you and Thranduil were at a table, not alone, there was some dwarfs and your son Legolas speaking.

The bar was only by people that you and Thranduil know about, no strangers or anything, you and Thranduil were being lovey-dovey, you both were staring into eachother's eyes, admiring eachother as you both spoke to eachother in whisper so no one could hear.

And you were stroking Thranduil's chin and cheeks and he was nuzzling against your hand and kissing it. At one time you even asked for a kiss and pursed your lips and of course Thranduil gave you a quick peck on your lips and he gave you a second one.

"I love you."

Thranduil whisper, his face close to yours still, you both were so cute and adorable together. You both were made for eachother, there was even some dwarfs watching.