Not A Request
In all his years, he had learned his friend's father was capable of towering furies that would leave all cowering; but more fearful still were those times when the Elf spoke quietly.
Gimli didn't quite tremble as Thranduil walked up to him on the docks and looked down on him without speaking for a long moment.
"You will take care of him." Softly spoken, it wasn't a request.
"Aye - for as long as is given me to do so."
Only as he clasped hands did Gimli realize the grieving Elvenking was entrusting him with the life of his son.