The Elven King didn't talk, or even made a noise while he was walking in front of her. The child wasn't use to silence, she lived in Lake Town, she was familiar with loud noise.
The young girl was about to break the silence when they arrived in front a tent. Two elven soldiers guarding it.
Thranduil put his hand on the girl's shoulder assuring her that she could walk inside. And so she did.
It was incredibly warm inside the tent. And the little girl almost smiled. She could see a big chair and a table with food.
Food…she was hungry, or worse she was starving.
The child looked around and found the Elven King already seated in the big chair. A hand in front of his eyes. He looked tired.
A growling noise caught his attention making him to put his hand down and to look at the girl.
"What was that?" he asked.
"What was what?" the girl asked, trying to dismiss his question.
Another growling sound was heard. This time Thranduil could clearly see, that the noise was coming from the girl.
"Eh…I think it was my stomach."
"Hungry?" The Elven King managed to ask with a hint of amusement in his voice.
She nodded her head while looking at the table.
"Suit yourself." He finally said.
She approached the table swiftly.
Green food. Well it wasn't exactly what she had in mind but, in this situation it was better than nothing.
Thranduil remained seat, looking the girl to feed herself. Her long dark hair keep falling on her eyes while she was eating. Such a beautiful color, he thought.
"Sir?" her sweet voice took him off of his thoughts.
"I'm thirsty." She said, looking rather ashamed.
It took the Elven King a moment to understand what she had said. Thirsty. Of course. He need to fetch something for her to drink.
He approached the table searching for a bottle of water, only to realize that he could only offer her wine.
She was looking at him while chewing her food, when an elven soldier entered the tent. Thranduil and the child moved their attention to the elf soldier, simultaneously.
"My lord. Mithrandir wishes to speak with you."
"Let he come in." Thranduil said sounding a little annoyed.
"Yes, my lord." The elf soldier said before turning on his heels but not before taking a good look at the little girl eating on the king's table.
Gandalf entered the tent with a grieving look on his eyes.
"Thranduil I.." he stopped when he saw the scene before him.
A human child eating while the Elven King seemed to be serving her?
A small smile crossed Gandalf's face.