"Melamin…"
You stopped in your tracks and threw a questioning glance to Thranduil, who was still lying asleep, in bed. What kind of dream is he having? You wondered as you snickered quietly to yourself and went over to the large window in the king's bedroom, thrusting open the curtains and allowing the beautiful morning light to sink into every once-dark crevice of the room.
Thranduil shifted under the covers in his bed and opened his eyes slightly to glare at you. He pulled one of the blankets over his head and growled loud enough for you to hear, "[Name], what do you think you're doing?"
You simply smiled and gestured to the light outside, "It's almost midday, my lord, and as your advisor I advise you to get out of bed and go occupy your throne."
He groaned something like, "go away" and kept the covers over his head. You shook your head with a sigh and walked to the other side of the bed, lifting the covers and throwing them to his lower half. The king frowned and buried his face into the pillow, his long, pale hair tangling slightly. You had to admit, you loved when his hair was tangled and messy because it meant you could untangle it, which was why you insisted upon brushing it for him so often. Of course the king never objected, however you still wondered why.
"Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to get me breakfast?" his words were muffled by the pillow as he spoke.
You hadn't even realized you'd sat down until he'd said so. Nonetheless you smiled once again and pulled the rest of the blankets off him, causing him to sigh into the pillow and huddle in his robes. You rolled your eyes and began pulling your fingers through his tangled hair, "I swear, if all kings were as lazy as you…"
After a minute or two he eventually (and stubbornly) sat up and turned his head so that you could finish combing through his locks with your fingers. You stroked through it a few more times, even after it was free of any knots, enjoying and envying how soft it was. When you finally pulled your hands away and set them in your lap, Thranduil gave you a look that seemed to fill the silence.
He placed a hand gently and lovingly on your cheek, looking you kindly in the eyes and speaking to you with a hint of warmth in his tone, "Now get out so I can get dressed."