Thranduil was walking back and forth not knowing how to handle the situation. He knew it was juvenile to walk out of the meeting with his father like that, but he couldn't stand listening to him dictate his future. Thranduil loved his father very much, and they had a close relationship, but they were very unlike in many ways. His father was very wise and cool-headed, always playing it safe. Thranduil was rather reckless, action instead of words. Kill first, ask questions later. And he was not to slow down and sit on his behind ruling a kingdom by his father's side anytime soon.

"How can he ask me to marry someone I've never met? It's not fair. He got to chose his own wife, because he loved her", Thranduil's eyes welled up with tears. Thinking about his mother made him sad. "I want what they had. I want true love". He walked to his room. "I'm not gonna let myself be forced into a marriage, it wouldn't be fair to the elleth either. No, I'm out of here", Thranduil packed a bag with some of his belongings. Then he rushed to the kitchen go get some food and supplies for his journey. "Thranduil", Lumien said. Thranduil hid his bag. "Your father is looking for you". "Where is he?", Thranduil asked. "He has gone back to the throne room", Lumien answered. "All right, I'll go and see him", Thranduil said. "No, I'm not", he thought to himself. But now he knew where his father was, so he could avoid him.