[Thranduil was not about to raise his voice anymore out of the desire to keep from waking Ferion, but he continued to look sternly at his son and his tone while soft nevertheless carried a touch of steel.]

I am not asking you to replace me. I am asking you to lead after me. You will be a different king to I. A king of these times that our people can follow. As I already said you may lead the people from wherever it is you wish. You can abandon the halls here entirely if it is your desire. Regardless if you wish it or not, the crown will fall to you as I will sail.