It's been weeks since Thranduil's little comedy entertainment. And I've seen very little of him since then. He usually was hanging out with Eric to learn everything about our world since Eric loves teaching him stuff. He describes Thranduil as his own son. If I was at work he would just be at the bar sipping on some margaritas. To think about it, I think he was trying to avoid me.

It was until this day, where I fell sick. With a steaming fever, not to mention running nose and a hard cough. "Girl, just call me if you need anything. I already called you in sick, and Eric is totally fine with that. Thranduil is also here in case you need anything," Miley said as she got ready to go to work. "What? Thranduil doesn't have to stay here. He could go with you." I insisted. All I wanted was some alone time and maybe a peaceful sleep. "I also suggested that but it seems Thranduil is dead set on staying here with you." I groaned as I buried myself into the softness of my pillows. "Don't worry, Thranduil doesn't bite." Miley assured me. But all I could think in my mind was Thranduil doing the cat gesture where they show the claws as he smiled wickedly and pretending he was biting me, like he was trying to tease me. Which made me smile to myself. Miley said somethings that I barely listened to then she left.

I fell asleep but after a few hours of sleep, still it was dark outside, my fever was was really high but I felt like I lived in the north pole. I was shivering not even my blanket could keep me warm. As I stretched out my arm to drink the glass of water that sat on my nightstand. I found out there was none. So I had to go to the kitchen. Which took me forever. I felt weak, at the same time dying of exhaustion. My legs were shaking because it felt like my body weighed a ton. I wrapped my arms around me trying to keep myself warm, as I dragged myself to the kitchen. But before I can make it to the kitchen my legs gave out on me, and since my fever was so high I didn't notice that Thranduil was standing right next to me.

He caught me.

"Are you all right Angela?" he asked, my mistake was looking into his eyes. Not that I am complaining but he has really beautiful eyes. I could just stare at them the whole day. His warm hands were on my arms keeping me up, since my legs aren't working. Basically, he was carrying my whole weight. "Angela?" he called out my name but my only thoughts were on his eyes and how only his hands could keep me warm when my blanket had failed me. In one swift move he carried me, bridal style, the only times I have been in this position is when I'm making out with someone. So this would be my first.

"You are really hot Angela... but it does not affect me." the way he said it just made my cheeks go red. If only he knew what he had just said. Suddenly, a wave of pain hit me like a tsunami, and I clutched my head. I did not know what happened next or if anybody was talking to me. But all I know was that in that moment, Thranduil made me laugh. I watched him as he walked towards the kitchen and tried to figure out things. It took him more than 20 minutes to get me water, and I think about a whole hour of trying to figure out the stove, and how to open a can.

When he turned on the stove, he turned it up too high that the flames sent up almost reaching the ceiling. "BALROG!!" was what he shouted as he started hitting the stove with a frying pan. Eventually, he figured out how to use a stove. But he always eyed the fire as if it was some sort of devilry. He never knew how to open a can the right way, but he did some technique with his sword which was actually cool. He then started feeding me soup. Even though the soup was kind of burnt. Still, the gesture touched me in many ways.

Once I was done eating, surprisingly I ate the whole soup, I mean if someone as handsome as Thranduil holds a spoon of soup in front of your mouth and makes a sad or confused face when you don't eat it, could you actually say no to him? He took me back to my room but this time he wrapped me in some sort of blanket, the blanket was so warm and soft that it felt like one of those soft pillows you find in a furniture store. The blanket smelt of Thranduil and I smiled as I snuggled more into it.

Falling into a deep slumber.

Thranduil's POV:

Maybe, I wasn't enough in Eric's kingdom. But seeing Lady Angela smile as she embraced my robe, favorite robe, I knew that her smile was worth more than the kingdoms in this world of hers.

What is this feeling?

Hey guys! Sorry if this is short, I'm very swamped with work. But I promise you!! That you won't regret the next one. ;)