[The only hint that Thranduil gives to hearing his son's words is a momentary twitch of his eyebrows, as if he was about to frown. Then a sadness washes over him and he looks away, heading now towards the table for more wine.]

I do not think it is our line ion nín. At least I hope it is not. I fear it is more my curse. My mother lived a long time with my father in Doriath before it's fall but died in her efforts to see me live... I speak only of it now to assuage your fears. I do not think your Erthil will be struck from you as we are once more in a time of peace... and you have followed a different path to my own.