But there was in Thranduil’s heart a still deeper shadow. He had seen the horror of Mordor
and could not forget it. If ever he looked south its memory dimmed the
light of the Sun, and though he knew that it was now broken and deserted
and under the vigilance of the Kings of Men, fear spoke in his heart
that it was not conquered for ever; it would arise again.
Imagine being Thranduil’s Queen and him looking proud at you during one of your speech thinking “she is the most beautiful human being I have ever seen, I am the luckiest man on Earth to have her by my side”