Sunlight streamed through the high-rising windows of Thranduil’s bedchambers. I awoke nestled on Thranduil’s chest, as his fingertips caressed my hair.

“Have you been awake all this time?” I asked him, with a voice that hinted that I was still half-asleep.

“Admittedly, yes, I have been,” he smiled.

“So after I leave your chambers, shall I become Maeneth the seamstress again, or is this how it is going to be now; you waking up hours before I do and touching my hair in that strange way?”

Thranduil gave a soft chuckle and replied, “I would prefer the latter, if you don’t mind,”

“No, I don’t mind that at all,”

I looked up at Thranduil. Then I shut my eyes, and kissed him.