“Finrod,” he whispered, leaning against the door frame, “I will listen to you, if you can speak. Or I can leave entirely and you can talk to the police without my intrusion.” After a moment of hesitance, he moved closer and knelt down in front of him. “They need to know, in order to help. In order to keep you safe.”
Finrod nodded, still not meeting Thranduil’s eyes. When the other knelt he stiffened at the closeness but slowly moved from the chair to kneel with Thranduil and tuck himself into the other’s chest. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around Thranduil’s neck before the tension visibly drained from his body. He gave a soft hum of satisfaction as he did so.