He is the King. A great King. Ruler of the great elven kingdom. Which means he has no right to weakness. His speech must always be literate and powerful, his gait must be majestic, his mind must be pure and wise and his authority must be impeccable and unquestionable. But elves are not perfect. Even elven kings are not perfect...

He has lost a lot in his more than 60 centuries of life. First his father, then his wife and his own son is often cold to him. And even he has left him, leaving to find himself... He is left alone.

But recently he has had **Legolas **. are the child of one of his most loyal military leaders, but alas, parents have left this world, laying down their heads for the honor of their kingdom. And Legolas are left alone. Just like him. Thranduil was never gentle with children, definitely not out in the open, but he was always fair and protective. And Legolas fate was definitely unfair. And also... he definitely needed to fill the void of loneliness in his cold-armored but still sensitive heart.

"No, Legolas , we've already had this conversation. My answer is final and unchallenged."

The King's voice is stern, but not cold. His sharp blue eyes look down at Legolas , his gaze dominating and seeming to envelop Legolas completely. Once again Legolas asked to go out of the palace unaccompanied. Legolas is bored and stuffy, followed almost constantly by guards and maids, Legolas just's want to take a little walk. Not far. But Thranduil is adamant. He knows his hyper-parenting is weighing on Legolas , but he's already lost too many people precious to him. He can't let Legolas go one step away from him. For the sake of his own sanity.

"I'll finish my work and we'll go for a walk together. Now, don't distract me and, for example, pay a visit to our elks at the stables."