Sorry if the last chapter was too heavy. Things get better from here.
Dawn stayed in bed and was forbidden from getting up unless to use the bathroom. Thranduil spent an hour in the morning, an hour in the afternoon, and an hour in the evening right before bed with her. He would usually just sit by the bed and read, but would occasionally talk to her. He would ask her who he was, who were their children, and where they were. She tried, but could usually never remember all of it.
One day in August, when it was extremely hot in the caves, Thranduil decided to spend rest of the afternoon with Dawn. He sat in a chair by the bed and read quietly to himself. He would occasionally glance up at her, only to make sure she was still there. She was covered in sweat and laid there quietly. He sighed and closed his book.
"It is extremely hot today. Is it not?" She nodded and stared at the closed window. "Do you have any suggestions on how to pass the time?" She stayed quiet. "Alright." He stood and walked over to the wardrobe before pulling out a blue dress and holding it up to her. "Will this do? I have noticed that you are very fond of blue." She glanced up at him and slowly nodded. "I will have you bathed and dressed, and then you will join me outside." She looked back at the window. "This will be interesting"
"Come on Dawn," Thranduil said while attempting to pull her outside. Every time he tried, she would pull back and groan. "Dawn, come out here now!"
"No!" She kicked his leg before running back towards their room. He hissed and groaned before running after her and throwing her over his shoulder.
"Enough!" He carried her outside into the garden and threw her into the pond. She screamed and crawled out. "There. Was that so bad?" She was about to say something, but stopped and stared at the sky. "Dawn?"
"What is that?"
"What is what?"
"That?" She pointed up at the sky. "The large, bright thing."
"The sun."
"And the white things?"
"They are clouds, and the blue thing is the sky." He sat next to her and watched her. Her face brightened so much from such a little thing.
"Did I use to know that?"
"Yes. You did." She looked at him, her face full of confusion.
"What happened to me?"
"I am not sure."
"Will you… Will you help me to remember?" He didn't want too, but the look on her face was so full of desperation. He slowly nodded.
"Yes. I will." She gave him a small smile and nodded her thanks.
They spent the next month doing just that. They went over the names of their family and all the rooms in their home. They went over the names of furniture, plants, and animals. He told her everything she had forgotten. Well, not everything.
"Why do I have to?" She whined one day in his study.
"Because we need to make sure you remember everything." She glared before going back to writing.
"Do you have a journal?"
"No."
"Then why am I writing in one?"
"So that if you forget anything, it will be in there."
"But it is boring."
"Well then find something interesting to write about." She signed and looked at him.
"What are you reading?"
"Something."
"Tell me." He glanced up at her and shook his head. She tried to read the title but it was in elvish. "Will you teach me elvish?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because there are some things you do not need to know." She rolled her eyes and thought for a moment.
"Is your book about your encounter with the serpents of the north?" She looked up at her and glared.
"What do you know about that?"
"Not a lot. Maybe you could tell me." He closed his book and sighed.
"Long ago, in a great battle, I fought against them."
"Were you injured?"
"No."
"Why are you lying? I know that you are."
"Do you?" He stood and walked around the table towards her. She stood and backed away with a smirk on her face. "Are you calling me a liar?"
"Well, I am not saying you are telling the truth." She gave her a small smile as he cornered her. She backed into a small table and moved to sit on top of it.
"It is a crime to speak against your king." He put his hands on either side of her and leaned in towards her. "And I would hate to have to lock you away in a dungeon for the rest of your life."
"You would never do that."
"Oh? What makes you so sure of that?"
"Intuition." He chuckled a little before realizing how close he was to her. He met her gaze and knew she sensed it too. Her breathing quickened and she licked her lips. "Thranduil?"
"Yes?"
"Have you ever been this close to me before?"
"No. I cannot say that I have."
"Well then I think we should take advantage of it. Do you agree?" He looked at her confused before she grabbed him by the collar and kissed him. He was slow to react at first, but quickly gave into to it and kissed her back. She moaned into the kiss and he slid his hands up her legs. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't control it. He didn't know what caused it, but he honestly didn't care.